Your poem in depiction has
A thin hair breadth’s escape from theism
Dreams are not made by humans at all
It’s an unseen omniscient power
That yields big catches at times the sharks too
Praise the Lord! praise His kindness!
Till every day takes rest in peace

Beware and Behold his shine is too long
But the time is too short and our call in waiting

Awake and Arise! your fortune taps the knob
To shower ‘HIS’ grace in lots and lots you belong
As HIS throb and as living being deserved