In desperation, I reached out to you
And shrugged off the fear that sticks like glue.
I hear him saying, I will see you through,
No matter what I think or do.
He is faithful and forgives my sins.
In his death , new life begins .
Hope arises and grace within
Replaces the dread that lay therein.
Let me hold unswervingly to the hope we profess,
Knowing that God will not love me less,
Despite how faithless I appear to be,
On his shoulders , He will carry me.
Micah7:7 But as for me,I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Saviour, my God will hear me.
God Our hope by Maryann Bosah
MARYANN BOSAH 