Bytesize Poem by John Sensele

Hope rises
Faith soars
I get surprises

I deserve my prizes
When thunder roars
Hope rises

Blessings come in all sizes
If my hands handle blessings oars
I get surprises

In my many salvation sunrises
When I give plenty love to boars
Hope rises

While God for me opens new doors
Ensuring I glide smoothly on faith floors
I get surprises

In several golden guises
Everyday prayers I arrange in neat rows
Hope rises
I get surprises