Dark thoughts,
deep weeping,
well up in my soul.
The world seems disconnected
from me,
and I from her.
Why does the water-wading song
drill through
my bedroom door,
as if to mock me
and my lullaby memories?
I am abandoned
by all who I thought
loved me,
and who
I truly loved
and lived for.
My mistakes
have unraveled
all my life,
and I feel
no mercy,
no compassion,
no hope,
no love,
except for
the faith
and hope
I have
that,
maybe,
He loves me still.
When folks keep you down/
in your pre-miracle phase,/
look to God and live.
In the days of my sorrow,
let me recall what great blessing
The LORD hath bestowed
upon me and my house.
Let me count those gifts,
the peaceable things
which He in His mercy
has given me.
Let my heart from then on
be no more sorrowed or worried.
Let my soul not lie down in sadness,
but instead let me rise up in joy and rejoicing.
Let me praise
the goodness and mercy
of God and His Son,
that I may be a glad
and a profitable servant.
Let me be found worthy
to be welcomed into Their Kingdom,
both down here on earth,
and in Their eternal realms, for forever.
One single candle /
can wipe out darkness. Lifting/
His standard gives hope.
Sad when you learn your/
daughter writes as well as you,/
sans hope’s perspective.
You’re the dreams
I didn’t know I had.
I hope she gives me/
another chance to dance and/
not get scared away.
Not all amazing/
sunrises have to be red./
Thawing mists bring hope.
The great thing about/
Tomorrow is that it will/
always offer Hope.
Shouldn’t a hopeless/
romantic be hopeful and/
hope-filled, not sans hope?