hope
this morning I cut these lines in hope
i hope for too little, and I hope for too much
a cloud burst of blessing fall on all I love
may there be healing, renewal, abundance and such
this land is parched ravaged and torn
with death, fire, sickness and storm
from whence cometh the gentle hand
of peace and comfort for all who morn
I've been through it all and I have suffered
and, yeah... I've endured it all to greet the sun
but how can I be happy to see others' loss
I want warmth and light for everyone
especially for those I love
especially for those I love
sometimes I feel I'm just here for a purpose
not for love or joy but some other calling
the fable goes that one died for all
along with our pain.. and my spirit's falling
my spirit is falling
so today I cut these lines in hope
i hope for too little and I hope for too much
a cloud burst of blessing fall on all I love
may there be healing, renewal, abundance and such
this land is parched ravaged and torn
with death, fire, sickness and storm
from whence cometh the gentle hand
of peace and comfort for all who morn
send peace and comfort to all who morn
and the one I love, a beautiful white dove
to heal her, to fill her, and give her my love
and give her my love
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2024
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