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Hope?
When your soul lives only in desperation
It is so hard to truly say
"I know that with the morning sun
will come a better day."
Instead, is the constant question
within a heart so full of pain
Will I again one day find happiness
or will there always be just the rain?
I have always lived a moral life.
I find it so hard to understand
Why does the God that says he loves me
seem to no longer hold me in his hands?
There must somewhere be a lesson
waiting to be learned.
A voice must have somewhere softly whispered
I guess I just never heard the words.
So with the rising of the morning sun
I will once again take a firm stand
To listen for the whispered words
of the one that knows the plan.
HI
I will listen. I know what you mean about losing hope. I believe things happen for a reason, maybe it does not seem that way. Maybe it does not seem fair.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnz-f02-Prc
“ Hope is a gift from God, we never recognize it once we are happy and we tend to forget all about it once we are desperate ”.
I have made my way here as I promised to keep visiting you page. Cheers to you Lesa.
Lesa, I think most people at some time or another have experienced this feeling of dispair....and the "WhyMe" feeling....I think like you say ....Listen to the whispered word...It is sort of like the saying When God closes a door,somewhere he opens up a window.. A lovely Poem, Lorraine
well first let me say thank you for reading some of my work..... and for taking the time to let me know what you thought of the words there........
I thought while I had a minute I would stop in and read a couple of your pieces of work.......... welcome to post poems...... I see that you are very talented ......
I found that this piece is one of deep thoughts...... I will mark this one...... I will be back to read this one again and again.....
there is always hope and it hurts when people just can't see past the moment....... why must we always look at the darkness in life instead of trying to see the light.......
well written and well thought out......
Hawksquaw
Sometimes when I am feeling down and alone and wonder where God is, I have to remember Job. Even in his greatest dispare, he knew God was still there, even in the deepest valleys of life. It is there He is the closest to us, we just have to take our eyes off of our situation and look for him. I know it is easier said than done. Guess that's why we call it Faith.
I can truly relate to this poem, and it is as close as ive gotten to EXACTLY what I need right now.