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| Where shall a soul be helped, what direction can it be
Is there strength upon the mountaintops, somewhere safe to lean When the light has almost gone, can it ever be returned When the flame has flickered low, will it ever brightly burn Will hope ever be rekindled, when a soul can cry no more Shall a countenance find an inner smile, when shut behind a door Is every hand that reaches out, always bent to hurt Might every dream be abandoned, for fear of being burnt Can broken hearts be mended, fragile passion be renewed Can trust again be contemplated, will any good come true Is there hope in another day, a hope that is shining bright Is there a love to break the sorrow, a light to shine within the night Yes, hope is in lifting our eyes to the hills To all we cannot see To believe in the promise That the everlasting love of God Is holding onto you and me. If you have moments that are too painful to bear, Jesus has told us this would be so, but to be comforted, for He has overcome it all. Wait dear one upon His love, rest within His grace, I pray for you that inner secret joy from gazing on His lovely face. |
