Poetry

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My hopes promise

Hope carries me up over the towering Mountains of despair...,

It's ray's pierce through the darkness of the dungeons, created
by the tragedies of this life. . .,

Hope..., I wrap it around me, as my soul seeks its warmth from this cruel, and cold world. . .,

Hope..., Is unseen and placed within us in whom's image we are, as we shall return to whom we cannot see . . ,

for HE is the promise of hopes eternal . .,
for Hope is a reflection, of the beauty of its maker. . .,

Hope is in, the out stretched arms of our HOLY LORD, JESUS. . .,

Hope and our Lord Jesus, they are the same to me . . , for if I have no Lord Jesus, I have not hope . . , and if I have no hope, I have no Lord Jesus. . .,

As it is written, one day HE will return,
My hopes promise, Amen.

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