Hope is the fuel that gives faith a light,
It ignites quicker than the trimmed wick.
As a spark that dreams, glowing with warmth.
Embers only consume what does not resist.
The branch that we see as consumed by the fire,
From the charcoal, studies of toxins to be cleansed.
Though once something else, its purpose is renewed,
The goals that once were set, amend.
Though paths may often turn abruptly,
Moves renewed, pivots made, and plans fallen through.
Getting to know faith grows in times like these,
Strengthen me to pick up my cross, like You.
Those aspirations to climb Mount Everest.
The bravery to make a stand against or with the nighty-nine.
The love to single out the individual,
Not to ridicule, but to truly find.
Me.
Or You.
While I look to You, sometimes I miss.
Yeah, we all know what to do.
Cut away and prune the distractions of deceit.
Create canyons that keep me on my path.
Engrave Your word within the basin of my soul,
Let it be as a well of peace, in a world cheering wrath.
Here.
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