By Betty L. Hobbs
What dreams are mine
When I see Jesus smile
When I live my life worthwhile
For time I realize without criticism
My hope is filled with dreams
And my future I can’t see
But God can understand
That I am just a woman and not a man
What dreams are mine
When hope in my life
I can find for deep in my heart
Christ I’ll find
© Copyright 2004 Betty L. Hobbs
Forgive my hope abounding
sometimes in oft proclaim
became truth so surrounding,
than lassified pofane!
Forgive the years rebounding
of asking for thy care
if sin reclaimed the pounding
of erstwhile truth's reshare!
Sullied, tempified
that understanding's tred
the glory that was come of God
in man, went to his head!
And so the preacher, bonifide
though sincere in his sted
seems more a milked down stereotype
while Christ the risen . . bled!
Do comfort more the mind's insight
to hold truth in its led
the hope of man so glorified,
humiliations . . . shed!
Yeshua, you are
Our hope of salvation
Dying for us
Our hope of glory
Living in us
Yeshua, you are
Our hope for the future
Living for you
Our hope for redemption
Alive in you