Special days dawn, But without our special ones. The gulf between the living and the dead Is too wide To be filled with tears or Bridged by longing. Only Your love, Lord, can bridge The gap between those who love and long, And those who are lost to our sight. Your Hope is sure. Your Love gives us new wings. Your Promise folds the gulf of death until both sides are suddenly one. But not soon enough, Never soon enough. Lord, take our glass hearts into Your hands Cradle them. Heal them. Give them rest from the tears, And enough strength to go on. We do not grieve as those who Have no Hope, but our hope Feels thin and threadbare. Fill our weak hope with Yours, Let Your Love link us forever And let Your Promised One come again soon.
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A Hope of My Own 