Hope that Shines in Dark Places

I believe all our cracked and broken pieces will someday be mended.
I believe all the sorrows and horrors that haunt us will one day be ended.

While I stand in the stale and gloomy cave and wait for the shaft of light
with dripping echoes of sadness resounding through shadows that bite,

I remember my hope. As real as a feather, though blackened, ruffled and worn.
My Anchor is stronger than lightening. I am brave enough to weather this storm.

Let me tell you a secret. It is truer than felt agonies of the soul.
His love is like water flowing through parched ravines and filling the holes.

He will come–He promised–and like a beacon of light,
He will shine through the crevices and shatter the night.

Like vapor on water, the shadows hover and scowl,
but they cannot smother my joy, no matter how they howl.

I am one among many, broken, battered and bruised.
He is my only, the one treasure I can never lose.

These tears are a trifle, the pangs of death, a flickering scene
that will be the beautiful stories I tell at the feast for my conquering King.