A tribute to Hope
I once was a kid lost in his mind
When the best thing I could do was simply just rhyme
Take the words that I hear in my head as I cried
Write them down in a journal to make me feel right
But it wasn’t about the words on the page
It didn’t matter how much Of this shame
Sat on my shoulders and made me to blame
Because a light shines through and this light it was great
truly was a inspiration of hope
Dug not from inflammation, not from my throat
It wasn’t a voice it wasn’t what I wrote
It was a hand held out waiting for a note
I thought it was His I thought he was waiting
But I was scared so I sat there debating
If I should go for it or leave me delaying
The inevitable words that were leaning and weighing
So I grabbed my journal and wrote hopeful verses
About my life and how I avoided the cursed
How I drove away the pain and found such a purpose
That maybe these words would one day make all this worth it
I couldn’t stop getting this image of a hand out of my head
Waiting for someone to hand Him the lead covered page folded on my bed
I thought and I pondered about His hand above
I ended up believing it was The Saviors hand, he just wanted love
But then I felt it again and didn’t feel any scars. There wasn’t a needle hole no not a mark.
So I took a step back and realized my mistake
As I opened this messy written crumpled up page
I hadn’t read it yet I didn’t know what had laid
On this mysterious white and black thing, but it felt like fate
I opened and read as I fell to the floor
I cried and I wept as I grabbed on my drawer
I looked up and realized that hand from before
It wasn’t his it wasn’t the Lords
It was mine waiting for an answer as I knocked on the door
And this note that I wrote that was scarred with wet stains
Was from Him and he wrote through the storms and the rain
It was wet with His Blood and His Pain it was made
To deliver unto me redemption from shame It was hope, and from then on I was never the same.
Because now I have grown to learn hope comes with change
That I decide to have hope it’s a choice grown from flames
That when I follow the Lord into his home, his safest place
I can find this hope, and now and forever I’ll do whatever it takes.