Prisoner of Hope
Prisoner Of Hope
Smiling is what I do best
Regardless the view of a beast
I fail not to smile,embracing the beauty
The beauty of hope arising within me,
despite the situations I know
They sure shall bow
For I am more than a conquer
And that is not just a scripture Paul wrote
But the very truth,like an athlete I walk on a rope
Certain I won't fall due to excistance of my hope
I am a prisoner of Hope
For I can do all things through Christ
In the winter woods I sheever to death
Yet I feel warmth
In the super low below 24 degrees celcius
I just hope regardless the beast of the I see
Beauty will come out of it
More like beauty and the beast
I am a prisoner of Hope
Smiling is what I do best
Hoping is what I do first
Despite the existance of the winter woods
Jesus heals all wounds
For I know we will get there
Being the body of I am
Within us shall arise the best
We shal rise like bread with yeast
But our raising agent is Hope
For we are prisoners of Hope
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