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Hold on tight

to your dream. This song is a current advertisement for something, a Ford vehicle I think, I’ve been driving Fords since 1972. Why its here now is that it keeps popping up just when I need it. Just at the moment the dark threatens to envelope me, I hear this, either on the television or in my head. So maybe that means something. I hope. Then a piece from Steve Goodier which could not have come at a better time either. much love, :^) gene

Hold On Tight To Your Dream

Hold on tight to your dream
Hold on tight to your dream
When you see your ship go sailing
When you feel your heart is breaking
Hold on tight to your dream.

It’s a long time to be gone
Time just rolls on and on
When you need a shoulder to cry on
When you get so sick of trying
Just hold tight to your dream

CHORUS:
When you get so down that you can’t get up
And you want so much but you’re all out of luck
When you’re so downhearted and misunderstood
Just over and over and over you could

REPEAT CHORUS:

Hold on tight to your dream
Hold on tight to your dream
When you see the shadows falling
When you hear that cold wind calling
Hold on tight to your dream.

Oh, yeah
Hold on tight to your dream
Yeah, hold on tight…
To your dream.

A MORSEL OF HOPE

Jean Kerr said, “Hope is the feeling you have, that the feeling you
have, isn’t permanent.” It is what we have when we know that we WILL
eventually survive the night and bask in sunshine once again. It does
not deny the present darkness, but it reminds us that dawn is coming.

Brigadier General Robinson Risner (“Robbie”) spent seven years as a
POW at the “Hanoi Hilton,” as prisoners of war called their North Viet
Nam compound. There he discovered the power of hope. He spent four and
a half years of that time in isolation. He endured ten months of total
darkness. Those months were the longest of his life. When they boarded
up his little seven-by-seven foot cell, shutting out the light, he
wondered if he was going to make it. He had already been under intense
physical and mental duress after years of confinement. And now, not a
glimmer of light shone into his cell — or into his soul.

Robbie spent hours a day exercising and praying. But at times he felt
he could nothing but scream. Not wanting to give his captors the
satisfaction of knowing they’d broken him, he stuffed clothing into
his mouth to muffle the noise as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

One day Robbie got down on the floor and crawled under his bunk. He
located a vent that let in outside air. As he pressed against the
vent, he saw a faint glimmer of light reflected on the inside wall of
the opening. Robbie put his eye next to the cement wall and discovered
a minute crack in the construction. It allowed him to glimpse outside,
but was so small that all he could see was one blade of grass. A
single blade of grass and a faint ray of light. But when he stared at
the sight, he felt a surge of joy, excitement and gratitude like he
hadn’t known in years. “It represented life, growth, and freedom,” he
later said, “and I knew God had not forgotten me.” It was that tiny
glimmer of hope that sustained Robbie through an unbearable ordeal.

I am amazed at the strength of the human spirit. It seems to run
forever on nothing but a morsel of hope. But it still must be fed.

I find myself busy keeping my body going – but I know it is just as
important to feed my spirit. Even if all I have is a morsel of hope,
for today that just may be enough. (emphasis mine)

— Steve Goodier