Lord, I Need You

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Glimpses of Hope
How Do You Do?
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Mommy, It Hurts
The last Journey Home
Lord, I Need You
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Oh, God
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Glimpses of Hope


A teenager sitting by the telephone
On a Saturday night.
Sidelong glances at a jewelry store window
While walking hand in hand in the mall.
Fans perching on the edge of the bleachers
At the last time-out.
The forecast of snow
The day before the big math test.
Walking through aisles
Of baby clothes.
An appointment with a new doctor
At the Mayo Clinic.
Holidays. Christmas. Birthdays.
A new recipe.
An interview.
The first manuscript.
A diet. Last year's clothes.
Labor pains. The firstborn.
The mailman. The newspaper.
A tax refund.
Visits by the grandchildren.
The first robin.
Developed film.

Times of anticipation,
With the odds, against the odds.
Ever changing as an event passes,
As a hope is fulfilled or crushed;
Vacillating with the days and circumstances
Of our lives.

An inseparable part of living.
With it we blossom,
Without it we wither.
It gives sparkle to the eyes,
Strength to tired limbs,
A motivation towards a goal,
Directed towards the future.

Eternal life. Heaven.
Something to be hoped for.
By many people, rarely thought of
Except during crisis, death.
The feeling that I hope I've been good enough.
For others the reality of life.
The blessed hope of eternal life
That glorious appearing of Christ,
The basis for our actions.
The God of hope
Who fills one with all joy and peace;
The Holy Spirit
Empowering the hope;
Christ Jesus
Dying, being buried, rising again
To ensure the foundation of the hope.

Hope. Godly hope.
The anchor in a tumultuous world.
The basis for convictions and purity.
A gift of God to His children.

Thank you, Lord
For the hope for the future
That cannot be disappointing
That cannot be crushed
That comes from you.

Copyright 1987 by Judith E. Garling

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