Monthly Archives: August 2016

New Hope

I can see from my little window
The sun rising in pale pinks
Over the mountains of West Virginia
And I think of Your mercy.

How petrified I became
As the day drew near
Knowing the risk and pain
The real fear of both.

How quietly You speak to my soul,
In pale pinks you hum
Such gentle tunes extolling
Your love: the sum

Of all Your dealings.