Because we have hope we endure,
and a man of seventy plus seven with a empty spot in his heart
and disease in his body, but peace in his soul
folds his hands in hope
and a young woman alone, with chapters filled,
and a new page turned, professes faith with a full heart
and holds out a child named Hope.
Words of Isaiah echo through the ages,
of one who binds up the brokenhearted
and gives them everlasting joy.
(message by H. Alkema this Sunday morning)
