My Blessed Hope

My Blessed Hope

 

A trickle running down,

Then another, followed by millions more.

The rain comes in a flood

Until it soars.

 

Relying on the Savior

To supply my needs as only He knows,

I’m ever in His care;

My blessed hope.

 

Pouring out His grace.

I feel His favor taking over me.

Flowing down from the storehouse,

A trickle has become a stream.

 

Ever by my side,

He calls me His own.

My life is in His hands;

My blessed hope.

 

He has answered my prayer

And He will continue to work it out.

I praise my Lord for all He has done,
My heart gives a shout.

 

A trickle here, a trickle there,

He never leaves me alone.

Forever at my stay,

My blessed hope.

Reviews

[Ghost]

It is good to have this faith and God does pull us through some big storms in life... Thank you for sharing

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hopeful and wonderful words shared.
"A trickle here, a trickle there,
He never leaves me alone.
Forever at my stay,
My blessed hope."
I liked the above lines dear Melinda and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[wordman]

and hope is all we need melinda

[Melinda McQueen]

Yes. I agree.