To the dream weavers:
Don't be afraid
Take that lonely road
Keep on moving
No back-up plan
But the one that's close
To your beating heart.

With your soul set free
Run with Me
Sing with Me
Wander past the edge
Eyes filled with wonder
Hold My hand
I'll keep ya steady, child. 

[Janielle] 

This generation is crying out 

For sons and daughters of God

Who will write songs to fill up

Mud huts and village schools

Crowded prisons and inner-city hoods

Refugee camps and detention centers 

Not the concert halls

Or big stadiums

Not for fame or money or popularity

But for Love, for Hope, for God

For Kingdom, for Country

For orphans and widows

For beggars and thieves

For the wealthy poor

And the materially poor

For those sitting in the

Gutters of poverty. 

Yea, this generation cries out. 

Will you heed the Call?