A heart so
full it can't contain
the joy it has, despite the pain,
for choices
lie with those who grieve:
hold tight
to hope, or let it leave.
For if the
moment rules our life,
we can't see
purpose through the strife,
nor can we
mark the good ahead,
and listless
float in pain instead.
Beyond the
waters of this sea,
a greater
purpose there must be,
and once we
find the Reason why,
we, full of
joy, leap for the sky.
Can this
road to hope marked clearly be
where child
and scholar both can see,
and so be
fair yet foolish look
for it stems
from faith in an ancient book
That speaks
of one who rent the grave,
died on the
cross, our souls to save.
Who daily
gives this blessed hope
His
strength, His joy, with which we cope.
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