April 28, 2017

Hope

by Timothy J. Muise (author's profile)

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Hope

They chain me, they mock me, they strip me of pride
My heart aches, my body cries, I've no place to hide.

I feel I need shelter, a place to seek aid
Where will I search? These decisions hard made.

Radiant from my soul, I sense there's a place
My mind's eye depicts a humble blood-stained face.

With a crown of sharp thorns upon his head
Into focus he comes, our Saviour undead.

My heart sings the song, it's clear where to go
The home of his love he came here to show.

Now sheltered from my demons, I know I can win
What a gift my Lord gave me when he died for our sin!

Authored by:
Timothy J. Muise
SBCC
PO Box 8000
Shirley, MA 01464

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