Poem: Hope On The Horizon

It quickly grew root.

Like the summer dew.

Weeds instead of fruit.

Sky no longer blue.

Path became muddled.

Trees burned to the ground.

The soul is troubled.

Oh, can it be found?

Stars give up the dance.

Birds no longer sing.

Does hope have a chance?

Like dry grass in spring?

Is there a watchtower

To guide the soul to shore

From stormy sea showers

To unlocking life’s door?

Indeed! There is a King.

A God who became man.

He makes creation sing.

Gives hope a sure plan.

His name is Jesus Christ.

Who rescued us from death.

He paid the ultimate price

Giving us life’s breath.

Poem by Chad A. Damitz