Maybe it’s me, but it seems
St. Joseph had realistic dreams:
A wife who was faithful and true
A home with honest work to do

He sought nothing evil or grand
Yet still things did not go as planned
Like me, he must have asked why
His most cherished dreams had to die

But maybe our dreams must erase
So God can with them, His replace
A dream of a Savior so good
We become more than we thought we could

It’s not that our old dreams were wrong
But God seeks to birth a new song
When we lay our dreams at His feet
As heaven and earth finally meet