I Hope and Hope and Hope

The imperfect walk of man, cared about in recklessness, careening for the wall of death, can’t be protected - no longer in his mama’s womb. Womanized, dehumanized, faithless…AnD cared about. Those left behind, want to rewind their watches, but the truth is they couldn’t fix him. All his ills in his bushy beard, behind it a smile, a hug, a shrug. Darkness was upon him and in his circle of conspirators…can you believe the music coming out of them - great big curses, whispers mixed with praise music…the daring beast brought down with determined gentleness. They flee from the Spirit’s power. Still I hope and hope and hope, if this is the end, as it seems, that somehow, by the skin of his teeth, he made peace with God.