"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

+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + +

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 sun-bright 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 shining Kingdom
for all time eternal.

Amen

Images
Next Prayer
Prayer Index
Website Home