Hope: A Poem

 Hallo! (By the way, does anyone know some more interesting greetings besides saying hi in multiple different languages?) 

    Anyways, here’s a poem I wrote a bit ago—fitting, I think, for the time in which we live and not forgetting to trust that God won’t ever abandon us, even in the darkest time. 

Hope

I stand and watch as the morning light

Is covered by the starless night

I stand motionless, fixed to the ground

I cry out, but my lips make no sound

Where is our hope, I wonder?

Why has our world been torn asunder?

A ray of light tears through the darkened sky

An eagle rides through with a single cry

The clouds are parted, the darkness lifts

I stand watching the rising mist

I hear a voice on the wind

Our hope is here, it cries

We cannot save ourselves, but a Saviour will rise

Give His blood for ours

For we have not that power.

The night is banished

The dark has vanished

Above all shadows rides the sun

The end is written; the good has won.

Our hope has returned

To light we will turn

And we will be free again.

I hope you enjoyed it!

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Namarië, 

Astrya