
"HOPE"
IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
--Emily
Dickinson
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Lord, God
of Hope,
Please keep me as humble and obedient
as your tiniest finch in her flight.
Give me wings of hope
and strong winds of faith.
With the golden
promise
of eternity's dawn
guide me up always through the skies
to soar as best I can
toward things eternal.
Oh, Lord,
Lord, I place all my trust
in You. Keep my journeys ever skyward
on Your path of light.
Guide my soul to soar on the hope
of salvation, carrying me
into Your Kingdom for all time eternal.
Amen
(c) 2011 Donn B. Murphy