"...Be ready at any time to give a quiet and reverent answer to anyone who wants a reason for the hope that you have within you." - I Peter 3:15
She keeps her head high
Then bows, kissing the ground
When she enters the room
Spirits rise, without a sound
Draws us into her heart
Pushing past, the pull of the tide
Hope laughs
And she cries
Hope wears no rags
That weigh her down
No stains; no disguise
Hope breathes
Hope calls
Hope lives
Hope stands inside and
Tears down the walls
She’s never too young
She never grows old
She always remembers
The truth she was told
Can rescue your mind
From that dark, empty place
Leaves shame in the sea
Her sister is Grace
Hope laughs
And she cries
Hope wears no rags
That weigh her down
No stains; no disguise
Hope breathes
Hope calls
Hope lives
Hope stands inside and
Tears down the walls
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