HOPE

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I read HOPE in story books
of princess sleep 100 years.
I see HOPE in dreams and hallucinations in the desert,
a dangerous thing.
For HOPE deferred makes the heart sick.

But HOPE!
HOPE is a partner in the union of love,
faith and hope stand in solidarity.
HOPE, the spokes of the wheel of time.
For when hope dies so will I.

The God who IS love, is of HOPE.
HOPE is exercised in power,
And bores fatal holes in despair.
Faith leads the triumphal march,
From loved one to lover of the soul.

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Leader, Lover, Lord

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Leader, Lover, Lord.

I hold a rusty sword.

Battered pages of all your word.

Effective salvation, grace in my hand.

I am drowning yet parched, in this wasted land.

Life-days shifting away like useless sand.

I read of wonder, talk of joy.

Pleasures, things a demonic ploy.

Passing loyalty to the precepts which restore joy.

Where to find you? Hear your truth?

If you love me? Why do they elude?

Lest I despair so soon?

My race unfinished, the prize unclaimed.

Untortured as Paul, but my heart feels maimed.

Perhaps for battle, I’m untrained.

Gird me in strength.

Raise my sword.

Guard me behind.

Lead me before.

Leader, Lover, Lord.