The Source of Hope

I’d have no hope, I could not cope
If You were not alive
If You’d not zoomed, right out that tomb
How could I ever thrive?

Your rising true, “out of the blue”
Gives purpose to my life
In foll’wing You, with others too
You purge my heart of strife


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