It's right before waking
and what to I dream
But shouting and swearing
I've let out a scream
My car not just opened
(now dreaming this oft)
But outside was broken
the mirror torn off.

I often dream scratching
the outside - my fault
Or fail to make tight
some significant bolt,

But here when reaction
almost curses God,
I'm troubled and burdened
by what has gone on.

For mind to be captured
so strongly by car
Don't say it's embroiled -
no, materialist's war?

How frightful to see
how affected we are
By things that are earthly
and don't take us far.

I find myself taken
by things that I do
Each flatt'ring obsession
I think on and chew.

It's time to renounce
and loose those old bonds
By the death of the cross
I pray they'll be gone.

If I cannot shake
this series of dreams
I'll find transportation
by some other means.

Save all my affection
for Christ and His Word
Shout in that direction
and pray it's made heard.

For why should I waste breath
and thoughts that I need
For speaking of Christ
to make known His great deeds?

So sitting here weeping
This only my prayer
World-things be untangled
And out of my hair.