MY HOPE

Heart looks up and often says:

Better still will tomorrow be –

In the days of much dismay,

It longs for the day it will break free –

Away from earth’s many sorrows,

To that land of no tomorrow –

Unjust embarrassment no longer known

When on my head is laid that crown

Through toil growing, still

Comfort it is to know it’s His will

Fighting on, on the way upward,

To eternal rest I look forward –

Healing and strength come from the Lord,

The fountain of love and giver of hope –

Peace and rest, to me, in abundance,

Heaven to come, my inheritance