HOPE
When in a night
so dark, scary and lonely,
With your heart so burdened and uptight,
When your claim, ' small me - big God,'
makes you feel like your prayers
are nothing more than an ant's whispers
in an elephant's ear - useless.
When you feel tired and worthless,
like one fourth the tree remaining in the ground
while a third of it is cut down,
Do not not lose hope, remember he says,
"For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease."
Christ will revitalize you.
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