Hope in the place of hopelessness.
A psalm. Of Ephraim.
Was this not the path of my freedom?
Surely, this was the path of liberty?
Yet I am shackled to my pains
Braced with my burdens
And crushed of my cares.
LORD where are you?
The only water I have consumed in this desert has been my tears
And even they are broken
amongst each other –
They fall like sha-
ttered glass –
One for joy
Two in hope
And three in sorrow.
Each tear falling like a drop of blood
And in each shattered tear
I see the reflection of my Saviour’s last days in the garden.
My cohorts have morphed into my enemies
My modes of transport have turned on me
Even my feet are beginning to fail me
I have nothing but hope to hold onto
I have only my hope to hold onto
You are all my hands can hold onto!
Sand sifts through my brittle palms and fingers
Sand drowns my ankles in miniature volcanoes
Sand burns the soles of my feet till they are as black as the iris of my eyes
My eyes see no hope –
Except when they are too tired to see no hope.
God stamp eternity on my eyeballs!
Let me see the future with eyes of hope!
Let me taste the joy of Your presence!
Let me feel the embrace Your loving person!
For I trusted man and he disappointed me.
I trusted mammon and she failed me also.
But I trusted in the LORD Almighty,
And He never failed me,
So for Him alone I have become a prisoner of hope.
This is a prison
I never wish to leave.
This is my hope in the place of hopelessness.
“Return to the stronghold,
You prisoners of hope,
Even today I declare
That I will restore double to you.”
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