If ‘Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul’,
then too many knocks and trials can tend to
make it fall.
And for a moment we can wonder where hope has fled,
when the dark clouds shield the sun, and our
dreams die unrealised.
When our 'Plan A’s' become 'Plan B’s' we
when our optimism is faltering and tears
blind our vision;
it’s hard to believe that God’s plans can’t
be shaken,His ways are not our ways – and we won’t be forsaken.
That even in
the valley we can be safe in his will.
Even in the storm we can find shelter still.
In the stillness of His presence, where hope
can renew our strength; and realign ourselves…
To a future that may look different to
the one we’ve imagined.
But which we can trust by whose hand it is
Though to all appearances it may shatter our dreams,
and break our very hearts, until we recast
If ‘hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul’
then hope, though it may fall, may yet
And with wings, we have the freedom to take
what we’re dealt,
and make something new out of what seems set
Make something beautiful out of the present
though it be rough and stormy, and hard to stay steady.
Make something precious out of all the broken
hand with Him we redesign and restore them to completion.
And hope, with love and faith, are
It’s because of our love, that our hope can’t
It’s because of our faith, that our love doesn't weaken.
It’s because of our hope that our faith
Ana Lisa de Jong
“And now these three remain: faith,
hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” (1 Cor 13:13)
“Hope is the
thing with feathers - that perches in the soul - and sings the tune
without the words - and never stops - at all.”