Peace at the eye of the storm. A friendly voice in a hostile crowd. A gleam of light in a pitch black cave. We hope because without hope we falter. All trust is bound in hope. All adventures thrive on it. And yet... Even hope fails. Only one candle remains, and in His arms we rest.
I pray light will
Leak from our pockets
We'll be drenched, overcome
At night the fireflies
Streamers at our sides
Silent flaming arcs of hope
All things will change
We wait for the rain
And the promise remains
//"Jacaranda Tree" by Josh & Michelle Garrels//
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