Hope

Look at the wars around in this life,
look at the hunger and all of the strife,
poverty and misery, it is this which is rife.

Some blame humanity who can be evil as sin,
others blame Fate against who none can win,
but I blame he who controls it all.

Oh, God on high who knows everything,
with millions of angels who dont move a wing,
whom, we are told, your praises sing.

what do they sing when they see our earth,
how can they sing their praises of mirth,
for evil has this place been since it\'s birth.

God in his glory sits on his throne,
looking about to see what he does own,
the millennial countings are about to take place.

The angels on high look to creation,
and see what is under his domination,
hardly the products of our salvation:

a little part of abominations,
a thousands measures of disgrace,
and a million more of losing face.

and yet one little angel sitting on high,
who knows what will happen nigh,
heaves a glorious sigh.

For this little angel knows what will be,
it opens it\'s eyes and turns to see,
our planet which was created by He.

Looking past the misery,
looking past the pain,
looking to see what humanity may gain.

amidst the hunger and amidst the strife,
amidst the misery of this life,
it looks to see a special thing.

in the layers of dirt and thrown to the side,
amidst the hurt and trying to hide,
a tiny pearl of hope he gathers with pride.

hope for better things to come,
the hope of peace, the hope of life,
the hope of an end to all the strife.

Bring it to the creator who will smile,
who smiles a smile full of glee who says,
"Yes, bring it near, it's this, my beloved, which is dear."