Hope

This morning in my quiet time I was reading about hope. I was inspired to write the following poem:

Though I may stumble

Hope is there

Though I may fall

Hope is there

Though I will be spit on,

Kicked at,

And cursed at

Hope is there

That beam of light when

Darkness seems all but

to move around you,

That whispered song

When silence is almost your friend-

That shout through the screams

Saying, "Come, I am here!"

Hope is there

Though we may stumble

And walls may fall

And darkness seem your all in all

Stop and pray

Listen for a while

Hope is there

Hope is there