When in the grip of hopelessness
one’s soul is anchored down.
A whisper takes such effort that
solace is seldom found.
No havens seen, no shore seems near
on the horizon bare,
as hopelessness keeps saying that,
“there’s no help anywhere.”
Sojourner, please do not believe,
the lies of hopelessness.
The Walker on the Water has
made you some promises.
Like,” I am with you to the end,
I’ll hold you in My hands,
all heaven, earth and down below
bow knee to My commands.”
You see, hope has sprung eternal
Turn your eyes upon your Savior,
be kept in blessedness.
Cheryl Davis Miller 7/9/14