Hope
One drudge thru day after day
Thought pressed on all sides
By common and uncommon trails and tribulations
Oppression of many diversity and different things
Follow in the content of their hearts
Being driven by that inner sprit
That yeaning for the completion and the far fill meant
Of the content of the heart
Which comes with completion of all
Like a carrot golden and ripe
That caused you to presses on
And insure that you done fail
Surely, you press on
Hope in for things wished for
And things promises
Promises make thru the holy sprit
Promises that never disappoint.
Hope
Copyright © Harold Christian | Year Posted 2006
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