Day and night I shall swim,
In the sweetness river of hope,
May my mind every morning become,
As beautiful as hope's rays of dawn,
Peace begins when expectation ends.
Each sacred hope,
Is a blessed gift,
From Heaven’s heart.
Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
I am still alive, vibrant with life.
The black cloud will disappear,
The morning sun will appear once again
In all its supernal glory.
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