We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
The Hope we have belongs to God. His Finished Work in joy applaud with teary eyes so greatly awed, forever with Him reign. The hopes of Earth are fleeing fast, each day a Happy, that won't last, tomorrow's Face, a Judgment blast, with color, that will drain. This Hope, He gives by His Own Hand, receiving heart, a place to land, the future now, so wondrous grand, the best we surely gain. The hopeful heart can rest in peace. Shalom doth mollify, release, our Joy in Christ will never cease. The Truth we've known is plain. The Person of our Hope is Love. He reigns within and reigns Above. His Spirit is One Pure, White Dove. We're cleansed from ev'ry stain. Remember that in foolish sin, just selfishness, my past had been, but Hope for me this Christ did win, enduring all my pain. The Hope of God, my daily rest. Forever I will be so blest, my robe, His Own Great Righteousness, the Purchase of His Vein. by Jay O’Toole on September 22nd, 2020 |