A heart so full it can’t contain
the joy it has, despite the pain,

for choices lie with those who grieve:

hold tight to hope, or let it leave.

For if the moment rules our life,

we can’t see purpose through the strife,

nor can we mark the good ahead,

and listless float in pain instead.

Beyond the waters of this sea,

a greater purpose there must be,

and once we find the Reason why,

we, full of joy, leap for the sky.

Can this road to hope marked clearly be

where child and scholar both can see,

and so be fair yet foolish look

for it stems from faith in an ancient book

That speaks of one who rent the grave,

died on the cross, our souls to save.

Who daily gives this blessed hope

His strength, His joy, with which we cope.