Star Of Hope Poem by Mary Juanice Johnson

When the moning dawns bright,
And Hope with all her might
Rises to be held in glory
and I shall tell her story

She will shine like a star
once again
and love will flow
like words from a pen
for to soon was she taken
and the pain is akin
as to that of a knife to the Hart...

But move ford I must
for if I am to trust
that light that shines ahead
I will see
that lovely Hope
one day again.

The Sad song that dies in my hart
Shall be replaced by the Song of Hope