By Tereese Eldred Cuenca
THE DOVES OF HOPE, WHERE DO THEY REST,
WHEN STORMS AND TROUBLE SHAKE THEIR NEST?
WHERE DOES HOPE LIE, WHERE IS HER CLEFT?
SHE WAITES IN GENTLE QUIETNESS.
SHE’S NESTLED HERE, WITHIN THE WORD,
AND THERE SHE WAITS FOR HER RELEASE;
FROM HEARTS TO LIPS TO HEAVEN’S GATES,
HOPE FLIES ON WINGS OF TRUST AND PEACE.
THO CAGES OF DARK FEAR AND DOUBT
WOULD TRY AND KEEP HER FROM HER FLIGHT;
HOPE BURSTS THE BOUNDS OF HUMAN SIGHT,
TO GRASP GOD’S OLIVE BRANCH OF LIFE!
THE OLIVE BRANCH OF PROMISE BRIGHT,
OF GOD’S PROVISION THROUGH DARKEST NIGHT;
THE OLIVE BRANCH, NEW LIFE HAS SPRUNG,
WHEN GENTLY NOW, HOPE’S SONG IS SUNG.
HOPE’S SONG OF TRUST IN GOD ALONE
WILL BRING US TO HIS VERY THRONE;
TO SEE THE LAMB, THE ONE TRUE SON,
WHO PURIFIES AND MAKES US ONE.
I JOHN 3:1-3
“How great is the Love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called Children of God! And that IS what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know Him. Dear friends, now we are Children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when He appears, (is made known) we shall be like Him, for we shall see (comprehend) HIM AS HE IS. Everyone who has this Hope in him purifies himself, just as He is pure.”