Whose brightest dreams have fled
Whose hope like summer roses
Are withered crushed and dead
Though link by link be broken
And tears unseen may fall
Look up amid thy sorrow
To Him who knows it all
O cling to thy Redeemer
Thy Savior, Brother, Friend
Believe and trust His promise
To keep you til the end
O watch and wait with patience
And question all you will
His arms of love and mercy
Are round about thee still
Look up, the clouds are breaking
The storm will soon be o'er
And thou shall reach the haven
Where sorrows are no more
Look up, be not discouraged;
Trust on, whate'er befall
Remember, O remember
Thy Savior knows it all
~Fanny J. Crosby
I continue to learn about hope.
oh hope, so beautiful and hard.
the hope of redemption...clinging to the promise that i serve the God who has come "to make all things new." i wish i knew what that meant here and now. comforted that i can "question all i will" and that i serve the God who is can withstand that sort of questioning. sure that somehow, someday, in some way the clouds will break and the storm will pass - held in His arms of love and mercy.
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