Deliverance will come. The chains and the chides Will all turn out for good By prayer and Christ beside. I will hope, my courage full That God will provide; My hope will not prove vain And for shame I will not hide. There is one aim alone- That God be

You sing in hope And waiting sigh With eyes peeled To the sky Clouds rolling in, And would they break With blessings or Will they take? If I sing well Would God not hear And pack grey clouds Full of cheer? A strange surprise, All wrapped in black Might shine

Due to the pain that was worsening in my hands and arms I have been on as much of a writing break as my self control has been able to succeed in. I have of course penned some lines here and there, and this poem was written in fragments, usually

A broken globe, Around it goes, My view is thin But all within Still skylines bring delight, As faithful ’round we go, Each day the sun to raise And set in painted blaze. The mountains ever stand And trees with lifted hands Blotch them all in yellow Patches, then the

Doubtful hours Proved by wilted flowers When they scattered Petals, like hopes shattered Hours lasting Years, too many, stashing Up with fears too Heavy, petals that grew. There is a face That darkness can’t erase, Though rain obscure, But always it is pure. Stems stark and bare Stand brave, remember

I craved for a firm foundation
Where to stand and not be shaken
A place for roots to go down deep
For treasure that would always keep
Which neither time nor fault could stain-
A hope unfading to remain.

Where does my contentment lie? In what do I most gather peace? In need of nothing, satisfied From endless craving to find release.