The wings of hope carry us, soaring high above the driving winds of life. ~Ana Jacob
***
Hope in my hand...
I fall through the cracks
that have surfaced
on the sun-scorched land
I’m in His hand.
I stand to walk
head held high
but I’m left to fall
absorbed by it all.
I claw my way
into the light
that warms me within,
it’s there I begin.
My sin is no more
a scar on my soul.
I traveled so far
the door left ajar.
Stars I wander
***
Hope in my hand...
I fall through the cracks
that have surfaced
on the sun-scorched land
I’m in His hand.
I stand to walk
head held high
but I’m left to fall
absorbed by it all.
I claw my way
into the light
that warms me within,
it’s there I begin.
My sin is no more
a scar on my soul.
I traveled so far
the door left ajar.
Stars I wander
hope in my hand
I am all for
my soul to soar.
All rights reserved: copyright © Joni Zipp
I am all for
my soul to soar.
All rights reserved: copyright © Joni Zipp
3 comments:
"... the light
that warms me within, ..."
Excellent! :D
It's a path...He leads...I follow. :D
Man can live for three weeks without food, three days without water, three minutes without air, but not a single second without hope.
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