When will I be free
from these shadows of the past?
When will I sing
of my freedom at last?
All that You have done for me,
is enthroned in my memory.
All that You are doing for your people,
will be enthroned for eternity.
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Hope, is the mainstay of my life,
and the fruition of my thoughts.
Hope, will outweigh the strife,
that weighs heavily upon, my heart.
Hope, the champion of the future,
a prelude to ultimate victory.
Hope, is enough to suture,
the wounds, inflicted by misery.
Hope, will mend the broken fragments
of a life unduly shattered.
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Hope, will diminish the lament,
of those whose clothes are tattered.
Hope, designed to stich each patch,
and sew together the unraveled strands.
Hope, will help to gather all who are lost,
like collecting so many grains of sand.
Hope, will meld with faith,
bridging the gap in between.
Hope obtained, will never fade,
always contributing to the dream.
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