Living is confusing,
filled with anxiously wrestling
the joy and grief of this twisted world
where good and evil coincide
and life and death are intertwined.
But a little voice deep inside
whispers that a better day will rise…
but not yet.
Loving is bruising,
battered by bitter hating,
yet also longing for redemption.
But truth seems stolen by a lie
and kindness by selfish pride.
Still a little voice deep inside
whispers that a better day will rise…
but not yet.
Hoping is exhausting,
to cling to what is coming,
but no one is looking for what’s to come.
While everyone lives with a sigh
it feels safer to cling to the night
rather than trusting a promise,
and hope that a better day will rise…
but not yet.
Trust is the already but not yet –
the almost grasping but cannot get.
Keep going through the blood and sweat
and never forget that we’ll see the promised day that we hoped for, but not yet.
Hope in the Ashes 