There is, and will be...
In sudden desperate suffocation
In which one cannot find freedom,
or a pleading heart fights for a glimpse of light,
There will be hope.
In such hiding places
Where their body, spirit and soul could be kept safe,
Far away from the enemies hands
And their grips of endless struggle,
There will be hope.
When tyranny is spoken about your being,
where you are placed as a frightful image,
wanting to be put down and put out,
There will be hope.
As God so rules over any other,
Keeps his promises, and protects his people
Please understand,
THERE IS HOPE.
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