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hope Poetry

Song of Hope – Finale

I believe in God the Father

maker of heaven and earth

And in Jesus Christ, his only

his only son, our Lord;

Conceived by the awesome power

of the Holy Spirit

And born in a lowly stable

of the virgin Mary;

Suffered under Pontius Pilate

was crucified, dead, and buried;

He descended to the dead,

on the third day rose again.

He ascended into heaven

and sits at God’s right hand.

He will come to judge all nations,

his kingdom will have no end.

Jesus came

Jesus died

Jesus rose up from the grave

Jesus reigns in heav’n above

Angels bow before Him.

Bridge and final Chorus of Song of Hope by dw

The remaining bit of Song of Hope – if you missed the first three verses and choruses, they are in my previous posts.

If you want to hear the song, here it is:

Song of Hope – 1999 recording – Copyright dw

Grace and peace to you…

dw

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hope Poetry

A Land

There is a land

that flows with milk and honey

Where there’s no room for any sorrow or crying,

only room for joy and laughter;

A land where living water

flows ever from the throne

And the praises sing the glory,

the glory of the Three in One.

There’s a place

There’s a time

There’s a land where glory reigns

There’s a God in heav’n above

Angels bow before Him.

Verse 3 and Chorus 3 of Song of Hope by dw

Verse and chorus three. Next comes the bridge and final chorus. I hope you find hope in these words.

Grace and peace to you…

dw

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Poetry

An ark of acacia wood

You shall make an ark of acacia wood,

covered with gold.

If I were an Israelite, just out of Egypt,

wandering who knows where,

following a fiery, cloudy pillar

and a crazed old man,

what would this command signify?

I and those with me,

no home and no possessions

beyond what we carry with us,

make such a thing,

another thing to carry,

for the fiery, thunderous Voice

that makes us tremble?

Why?

How?

You shall make an ark of acacia wood,

covered with gold.

When I was a child I was told

one day I could be in a place

with streets made of gold,

gates of pearl,

miraculous trees

watered by a living river.

God lived there,

and one day, so might I.

It still captures my imagination.

You shall make an ark of acacia wood

covered with gold.

I never think about building heaven,

actually piecing it together

with my own hands.

It’s something provided,

provisioned by God himself.

It’s beyond me

my talent

my resources

my scope.

Only God builds heaven.

You shall make an ark of acacia wood,

covered with gold.

If I were an Israelite, just out of Egypt:

The wood, right here in the wilderness;

the gold, we carried as gifts out of Egypt;

the ark, something we never imagined,

but shown to us;

the skill, right here among us.

You shall make an ark of acacia wood,

covered with gold.

You shall make it.

See, everything is provided.

You shall make it;

and when you do,

I will dwell just above it,

hovering over your creation.

Grace and peace to you…

dw