A Ray of Hope
The morning dawns dark, drear,
With clouds suspended, hanging low,
Appearing to dawdle as inseparable shadows,
Escorting you in every direction you go.
But . . .
Blessed, reviving hope at last,
The lingering gloom has gone past.
With ray of hope, you greet the sun,
A triumph eminent, a victory won!
Thus . . .
As so, with our spiritual living,
Rough spots innumerable, valleys so low,
Trials, temptations, sorrow and woe,
You silently ponder – is there no way to go?
Yet . . .
Rejoice – blessed assurance at last,
Christ’s present you revere – gloom has past,
For He is not obscured, as oft the sun,
Merely whisper a prayer – a victory won!
For . . .
This “ray of hope” dwells within!