Hope's Mantra
Hopes Mantra
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
High above the ground, hope’s mantra sang, nestled in the big oak.
The cool canopy breeze carried wistful wishes through its leaves.
Prayers to God chimed true and clear, her hurting heart and brimming fear.
Screams of unsaid sorrows soared beyond earth’s mortal realm that day.
The cool canopy breeze carried wistful wishes through its leaves.
Lifting, for a moment, harsh word’s distant echoes in her mind.
Screams of unsaid sorrows soared beyond earth’s mortal realm that day.
And for an instant in that tree, lovely laughter set fear free.
Lifting, for a moment, harsh word’s distant echoes in her mind.
She, singing with the doves, felt God’s almighty love from above.
And for an instant in that tree, lovely laughter set fear free.
God gave comfort to that child whose fragile soul was sweet and mild.
She, singing with the doves, felt God’s almighty love from above.
Harm did still abound, but she with Him, had protection found.
God gave comfort to that child’s fragile soul, devoted and mild.
Strongly, Satan’s endless shoves tested her faith in God’s great love.
Harm did still abound, but she with Him, had protection found.
Facing temptations new, she visited the tree, gone, cut down.
Strongly, Satan’s endless shoves tested her faith in God’s great love.
And in the end, pleasant memories of songs on the wind won.
The cool canopy breeze carried wistful wishes through its leaves.
Prayers to God chimed true and clear. Her hurting heart still brimming fear.
Lifting, for a moment, harsh word’s distant echoes in her mind.
High above the ground, hope’s mantra sang, nestled in the big oak.
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