by Marta Whitney
Without hope we are like a ship lost at sea,
Aimlessly floating, no land can we see.
We're thinking the worst that surely we'll die.
We can't see for the fog so we just close our eyes.
In circles we drift being tossed by the waves.
Our hearts cry out "help" but we'll never be saved
So we sink in our gloom and despair digs our graves.
But suddenly the sun peeks out of the sky.
A new day has come and we're still alive.
How could this be, we feel different inside?
Over there in the distance; "It's land" we all cry
Or could it be hope that has filled us inside?
Hope makes us keep going when the going gets rough.
It helps us see positive, gives strength to be tough.
Hope helps us see sunshine on the gloomiest day
To see the good things that happen our way.
Negative or positive? We have choices each day.
Which will we choose, to despair or to pray?
For with hope in our lives it can be a good day.
Hope's a blessing from God. He won't lead us astray.