"Hope"
A poem submitted by Sealordhunter
The rising of the sun like the morning star
Waking up not knowing what the chances are
A new day, new birth, and time passing away
With a bit of hope, we get to live another day.
The sorrows and pains we lived and fought
Are beyond the victory we never thought
With the eyes of an eagle, we see beyond the scope
With the heart of a lion, we shape the anchor of hope.
When hope from God secures a fearless future
Then, our little hope is like a priceless treasure
When dark days loom and put our hope to the test
If we trust in Him, we'll hope for the very best.
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