Half Year Hope
God sometimes grants to us
Sorrows and great joy.
Woven into our brief lives
His tools, our trials, doth He employ.
The true test of our belief-
Its battle won or lost-
Is in life’s quiet, desp’rate hours
When our own strength we exhaust.
In those lonely, twilight moments
When our worlds have turned to dust,
I can do naught but cling to Him
And in Him renew my trust.
Madness surely this must be!
How can one trust what one can’t see?
What fairy tale or unreal hope
Can still be given unto me?
These thoughts attend my ev’ry move
And sorely tax my mind again.
Yet though I fail, and though I stumble
I’m given Him my life to reign.