What is my hope?
What can I give?
Why do I breathe?
Why do I live?
I am deceived
When I lose heart,
Perceiving hope
Will soon depart.
Hope is not based
On how I feel;
Hope must remain
Steadfast and real.
Lest I forget
He guides me still,
His beacon shines
On every hill.
When I am low,
I lift my eyes
And see the Hope
Of the SonRise.
His Opulent Promise: Eternity
His Open Palms Extended
Heart Of Problem Extinguished
Heaven Opened, Providing Everything
He Offers Peace Extrordinaire
Hearts Of Praise Exalting
Hear, O People, Enter
… into His HOPE!
~ae 10-08-2001
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