You do your work the best that you can
You put one foot in front of the other
Life comes in waves and makes its demands
You hold on as well as you're able
You've been here for a long long time
But hope has a way of turning its face to you
Just when you least expect it
You walk in a room
You look out a window
And something there leaves you breathless
You say to yourself
It's been a while since I felt this
But it feels like it might be hope
It's hard to recall what blew out the flame
It's been dark since you can remember
You talk it all through to find it a name
As days go on by without number
You've been here for a long long time
Hope has a way of turning its face to you
Just when you least expect it
You walk in a room
You look out a window
And something there leaves you breathless
You say to yourself
It's been a while since I felt this
but it feels like it might be hope
2 comments:
Looking out the curtained window one could with a little imagination see a lighthouse...when in reality it was a gun tower, securing us in this prison. But I was not imagining hearing the cry of a infant baby...in prison, yes it was Christmas time but this was no nativity play. Could this baby maybe be our 'baby Jesus' even if for only a day? We would learn this baby's name was Sara...years later we would learn this baby could sing. Sara Groves has been to that prison many times since still blessing those with the message...it might be hope
Thanks for sharing! Just wanted to say HI. :) Charlotte
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