I'm trekking down the same road, trudging through the same mud
My bones grow tired, my boots rub thin, pacing through this life I'm in
Keep moving forward, it can't be far, holding Hope's hand in darkest hour
Hope pulls me forward, strengthens me on, stretching me further to what lies beyond
I am alone, companions fade from my side, save for Your Love, in which I abide
Strengthened by fruits that grow on Your vine, I choose not to grumble, complain or to whine
Hope draws me deeper, his left hand I hold, his right hand is grasping the Love makes me bold
With boldness anew, I look up to see, persevering this suffering breeds character in me
Love draws Hope deeper, and thereby draws me, further and further into this sea
I think I might drown, it is too far ahead, but Love keeps me floating, won't leave me for dead
Tossed about by looming waves, Hope gives me strength to steady my gaze
And that's where you'll find me, holding Hope's left hand, trudging through darkness, through mud and through sand
I don't grasp for Hope's right, for Love's claim is there, I am content to be left here.
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1Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, 2through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. 3Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4perseverance, character; and character, hope. 5And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
Romans 5:1-5
