If I don't get my way, then get me a rope!
It seems hopes scope, is something that's free,
To be utterly deifined, by something in me.
But hopes design, since mans first fall,
Is that hope without Christ, has no hope at all.
Oceans of empty, just an oath on an ache,
To a selfish, greedy, lying, blinded soul on the take.
Hoping for what I want, never satisfied wanting,
Or soothed the pang of the ghost that's haunting.
Hoping for what God wants, is a hope that can fulfill
I hope I learn to open ears, shut mouth, and just sit still.
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