Is it okay to pray for a dream,
A want I can feel in my fingertips,
In the curl of my toes?
Is it okay to plead with God,
To say I don’t know, but
It seems like You said
We belong someplace else?
Is it okay to feel home is
Five hundred miles away,
In a place we’ve never lived,
In a house we’ve never seen,
On ground we’ve never walked?
Is it okay to feel the sun
Coming up over the trees
On a hill where we’ve never stood?
Is it okay to give thanks
To what we have not yet received?
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