HOPE FOR THE DAY

NO MATTER HOW DARK OUR TOMORROW,

NO MATTER HOW OBSCURE THE WAY,

GOD KNOWS EVERY HEART FILLED WITH SORROW,

EVERY HEART TOO HEAVY TO PRAY.

HE SEES EVERY TEARDROP THAT'S FALLING,

IN SECRET, IN DARK OF THE NIGHT.

HE HEARS EVERY VOICE THAT IS CALLING,

LONGING FOR BREAKING OF LIGHT.

AND IN THE RAPTURE OF DAWNING,

JOY ENTERS THE DOWN-TRODDEN HEART,

HOPE RISES ON WINGS OF THE MORNING

WHEN GOD GRANTS ANOTHER NEW START.

(The Old Hillbilly)