Fresh Hope
As I set here pondering my thoughts, My heart and my mind together are wrought. I think of the good things and of the bad, especially those which make us so sad, And try to wonder in the good times, had.
Through all the sadness, and fear, I feel a tugging to draw us closer near. There is a power that is so present here, that brings us comfort throughout the year. Each one here for the other, with love we do cover. But alone we will fail, So to Him we shall hail.
He is the strength that sees us through, When ever we become blue.
To share the Greatest Love of all, In order that we shall not fall.
He brings us the best gift of all, The blessings of Fresh Hope.
For Hope will take us closer to, Those pearly white gates,
We all want to walk through.
Wayne Clark
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