A Greater Hope

This earth in all its wantonness
Its sorrow and decay
And all its weeping brokenness
So soon will pass away

The hope I glean from joyless fields
I find when I look up
And to its Keeper I appeal
To fill my empty cup

The merits gained by this world’s laud
Are trite and quickly fade
Eternal are the Words of God
And His foundation laid

This earth with all its boast and claim
Is but a fickle shell
We hope…but in a higher Name
The God of Heaven…and Hell

Janet

Psalm 16


You make known to me the path of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence,
with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Ps. 16:11