Hope is a whisper,
A song in the dark,
The tiniest butterfly;
A gentle reminder
From Angels above
That Heaven is standing by.
Hope is belief that
The coming of dawn
Will show you the road ahead.
The path that you walk on
Will bear soon enough
The stamp of your confident tread.
Hope may seem fleeting,
Illusive and strange,
A hummingbird flitting away;
But it will return with
The rise of the sun:
A gift from the Lord for the day.
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