HOPE
In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A flicker of light, a tale it tells.
It whispers softly through the night,
A beacon of strength, a guiding light.
Hope, the ember that never fades,
When all seems lost, it cascades.
It dances on the wings of dreams,
Igniting hearts with radiant beams.
Through trials vast, it stands unyielding,
A source of courage, forever revealing.
It mends the broken, heals the scarred,
With tender touch, it mends the hard.
When storms arise and skies grow gray,
Hope paints a rainbow to light the way.
It breathes new life in barren lands,
And lifts us up with gentle hands.
In darkest hours, it sings its song,
A melody of faith, forever strong.
It whispers, "Hold on, for brighter days,
Shall come to pass, through winding ways."
So let us grasp it, never let it go,
For hope is the seed from which we grow.
In every heart, it finds a place,
A beacon of love, a saving grace.
© IAmWord
A flicker of light, a tale it tells.
It whispers softly through the night,
A beacon of strength, a guiding light.
Hope, the ember that never fades,
When all seems lost, it cascades.
It dances on the wings of dreams,
Igniting hearts with radiant beams.
Through trials vast, it stands unyielding,
A source of courage, forever revealing.
It mends the broken, heals the scarred,
With tender touch, it mends the hard.
When storms arise and skies grow gray,
Hope paints a rainbow to light the way.
It breathes new life in barren lands,
And lifts us up with gentle hands.
In darkest hours, it sings its song,
A melody of faith, forever strong.
It whispers, "Hold on, for brighter days,
Shall come to pass, through winding ways."
So let us grasp it, never let it go,
For hope is the seed from which we grow.
In every heart, it finds a place,
A beacon of love, a saving grace.
© IAmWord