hope
- joel melton
- Mar 11, 2021
- 1 min read
how am i supposed to know
why the thorn comes with the rose,
why the death comes with the growth
of the acorn unto oak?
it is not for me to know
how many miles left till home,
or every bend along this road.
i guess that's why they call it 'hope.'
Hope is a thing
with wings.
the chorus of my life.
but the goodness of God knows no bounds. He makes even the bitter to be sweet because it reminds us that this is not our Home.
hope - the confident expectation of what we know will come to pass.