The tiny seed that lies dormant in my heart is called hope,
Waiting for the opportune moment to germinate,
When comes the dark time in my life,
When the tempest rocks the boat in my journeying,
And the brass sky seems unyielding.
Hope flourishes here and it's then I can see
The light at the end of the tunnel.
If you can only imagine what's it like
To be caught in life's conundrum without hope;
It's like a rudderless ship caught on the rising tide,
Drifting dangerously out in the wide seas,
Or a hunter in the forest having lost his compass,
Going around in senseless never ending circles.
So Providence has given us hope in this day.
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