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Good Hope

The days are dark with fear and dread.
My life is cursed, so it's been said
By those who stroll the farther side,
Who called, "My friend," through lips that lied.
My strength is weak, I hardly see
The love from Him who died for me.

For me? Such things do not ring true
In desperate hearts all torn in two,
Where dreams of happiness seem lost,
Where each step seems not worth the cost.
My strength has failed, I cannot see
The love from Him who died for me.

Yet deep within my soul there lives
The presence of a hope that gives
Some bit of faith I can't deny,
No matter if or how I try.
My strength is gone, how do I see
The love from Him who died for me?

And then a thought, not from but of
Is how we come to find His love.
This from leads to what "I" demand.
I could not know or understand
His strength is near, nor could I see
The love from Him who died for me.

It's in the of where I will find
He lives within my heart and mind,
To lead me through this darkest night
And to good hope beyond my sight.
His strength's enough, and now I see
The love... of... Him who died for me.

Chuck Graham
~ 2008 ~

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