Hope ~ By; Beth Moore

I've grown old enough to know

That fairies don't have tails

That good men often suffer

While evil men prevail.

I've tried to find that white frame house

With matching picket fences

But found instead black picket signs

And hatred's thorny fences.

I've lived enough to see

The innocent maligned

And I've concluded fairness is

A rarity to find.

I've seen the noble dreams of man

Be in an instant shattered

I sigh to see another woman

Used and bruised and battered.

I've seen shots of tiny orphans

As rulers rise and fall

I've stood by stricken parents

And caskets way too small.

I've abandoned childish notions

That life is like pretend

I've tossed paper to the ground and sobbed

"When will this madness end?"

But I've never grown up quite enough

To leave my hope behind

I'll think I've turned my back on hope

Then bump into the kind

Of Gentle Traveller sent to bind

My wounded faith with love

Who sets my feet upon a Rock

And my mind on things above.

Then I find myself still hoping

Old folks won't be left alone

And can't seem to quit believing

Daddy's still might move back home.

And that an orphan might just find

A reason to survive

And parents of the missing

Might just find their son alive.

No, I've never grown up quite enough

To scorn sweet signs of Spring

Nor can I help but think a tree

Is happy with a swing.

And you must pardon if I hope

The Pearl of Heaven's Gate

Is the treasure I've adored

And longed to celebrate.

I Hope to hug the ones I've loved

And jump on cotton clouds

Where angels sing His holiness

And saints can laugh out loud.

Some bedtime tales are worth the tell-

May one be quickly due

Let Gabriel groom that great white horse

And board Faithful and True.

So let this world's prince mock and scorn

My hope is not ashamed

For in the King of kingdom's grand

My Hope has found a Name.

Written and Published by:

Beth Moore ~ Things Pondered

From the Heart of a Lesser Woman