Hope's Anthem

"Hope, oh fickle friend of mine."
I heard this lie today. Yet when I look, I am surprised to find: Hope screams its reign over death. Helpless; no longer. Hope's anthem continues to grow. Bursting forth, colors in life.
There is such hope! For you, for me, for the world and humanity. It explodes and interrupts the lies of hopeless ends! Let there be hope among the nations, let it reign in my soul. Because, "I get to love You through whatever comes, what a privilege."*

It shall come to pass in the latter days
that the mountain of the house of the Lord
shall be established as the highest of the mountains,
and shall be lifted up above the hills;
and all the nations shall flow to it,
and many peoples shall come and say:
"Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord,
to the house of the God of Jacob,
that He may teach us His ways
and that we may walk in His paths."
For out of Zion shall go the law
and the world of the Lord from Jerusalem.
He shall judge between the nations,
and shall decide disputes for many peoples;
and they shall beat their swords into plowshares,
and their spears into pruning hooks;
nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war anymore. 

Hope abounds! Where the lies of lack, and helplessness, and despair whisper, hope resound with all the weight of heaven and glory.

 Because, "I get to love you through whatever comes, how sweet it is."**




* and ** are lyrics from Kristene DiMarco's Praise the Lord O My Soul