DANGLING BY A THREAD OF HOPE

When dangling o'er life's precipice
By a thin, fine thread of hope,
We tightly grasp with the gift of faith
That God endows to cope.

The world stands quiv'ring at the sight,
List'ning to each prayerful call,
Doubting the strength of the thread will hold,
That surely we will fall.

But the world does not comprehend
All the strength in hope's small strand;
As we grab the thread with faith's tight grasp,
Our weight it will withstand.

No sooner than we're left to hang
Embracing the strand of hope,
Our feet stand firm on The Solid Rock
That strengthens us to cope.

Hope's woven thread is by God's hands,
It's always within our grasp.
And it's dangling closely overhead;
In trust, it we must clasp.

Seen only by the eyes of faith
When we're dangling in the breeze,
Hope lifts us up to The Solid Rock
Putting our hearts at ease.


Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
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