H.O.P.E.

It's on days like these that I'm filled with an indescribable hope.
Emptiness has tried to get me to shake it's hand so many times. Nope!

Hope for what you may ask.
This hope is for my calling, my assignment, my task! 

This hope is in the promise that God has made me.
I'll cling to it until the dreams in my heart become a reality I can see.

The arms of my expectancy are embracing what He has called mine.
Hope is welcome in my home with the constant invitation to dine. 

Hope is not something that you can define.
It's not something you can calculate or place on a timeline.

It's not something you can articulate with your lips.
It's not something you can find or accomplish through someone's list of tips.

Hope is an eternal, indescribable, undefinable spark.
It's the most brilliant of lights that outshines everything dark.

Hope is both silent and insanely loud.
Hope can stand alone with no intimidation in a doubt flooded crowd.

Hope is delicate with the power of all the force in Heaven.
Hope is yours! Whether you're a child or you're one hundred and eleven. 

Hope is unique. Beautiful. To this world, maybe even odd.
Hope, in my opinion, is God.