In gardens of hope where joy blooms wide,
Amidst the colors of morning’s first light,
Be the heart that sings in vibrant hue,
Cradling dreams in the dawn's fresh dew.

When shadows stretch and trials weigh,
When storms cloud over the clear of day,
Stand firm, oh soul, with patience stay,
Through night’s long watch till break of day.

And in the quiet, in whispered air,
Lift your voice in faithful prayer,
A constant stream, a sacred flare,
A beacon bright in despair’s lair.

For in these verses, life is spun,
In joy, in trial, the two become one,
A tapestry rich, under heaven's sun,
Woven by hands that never shun.

So live each verse, each line, each rhyme,
In hope, in pain, in prayer’s chime,
And find the beauty, time by time,
In the divine's own perfect climb.

Rom 12:12  Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. 

May 3, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop