Depth of being craves refreshment from a Source that
hidden springs
Longs for more than wars that drain the bounce from feet
that once wore wings
Seeks Something beyond the borders hinged to heav’ns from
sea and sod
Depth of being craves refreshment that can only come from
God
Hope hones something skin and bone is not equipped to
satisfy
All we have and hold and touch will fade into the by and
by
Like a bud that bursts with beauty ere the petal strews
the dust
Hope hones something deeper than the skin and bone of
wanderlust
Longing cannot find salvation in the promises of man
Shallow is the celebration limited to this world’s span
For the mortal is instilled with Hidden immortality
Longing is the hand that reaches for the hand that holds
Hope’s Key
Depth of being craves refreshment from wells not hollowed
from dust
Hope hones something that can only be attained through
humble trust
Longing cannot find salvation in the props people applaud
Depth of being craves refreshment from the Fount of Faith
in God
© Janet Martin
and You give them drink from Your river of delights.
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