*HOPE*

 HOPE 

Pace not withered, in this night
That confounds the mind and strangles light;
For this, thy groaning, Jesus knew
(And that ragged heart-- he carries, too.)

Strange inventions in the dark drag on,
Yet our hearts attune to heaven's song.
Fallen men the Holy Light disdain:
(This world is but a cup of shame.)

Jesus bore it all-- the sorrow, the blame;
And he loves each tender, flickering flame--
For God created light, and shine it must;
His wing extends: beneath, we trust.

O behold the golden city-- on bended knee
Mansions bright prepared for thee--
Hoping still beneath God's mighty wing
As his tender mercies sing.





(~sister Abby Elizabeth)