Hope
Golden bright rays
Beautiful and warm
Smiling face of the sun rise
Parting ways with the dark days of yore
Life's purple shoots of hope's embrace
In a large princely bowl contained
Beaming out a world so yearned for
To the broken and forsaken
Find they Him the solid rock
To the weak and sickly
To them, the balm of Gilead
To the lonely and burdened
A friend your burden to bear
14 January 2021
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