There is Hope,
Like the faint dawn of the morning.
Like the sweet freshness of dew.
Wiping the Dregs of sleep from our eyes,
Ridding our minds of
"The terrors of the night."
Like gulls soaring O’er the seashore,
Hope frees us from our doubts,
Allows the winds of the
New day to blow
Through our spirits with cleansing energy.
Whispering in our hearts,
Telling us "be of
Good cheer my love,
You Are Not Alone"
