Hope’s Love

My heart sits in silent weeping,
my soul doth hold me strong;
for hope is still the bravest thing,
it sings to me in song.

Hold on to the sweet saviour, dear,
He is your safety dome;
He’ll stay with you all your days,
at end, He’ll bring you home.

Though we know naught what daylight brings,
He brings us hope at dawn;
and flies it out on angels wings,
prancing like a fawn.

For lying in the gift of hope,
eternal peace is found;
carrying us through any storm,
so fear cannot be bound.

So sit not in silent weeping,
pray, hold on to hope;
when you feel sorrow creeping.
Hope’s love will help you cope.

 © Leslie C Dobson

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.