Beacon Of Hope

Word spreads like wildfire,
that stretches faster than it becomes.
And every spirit in this structure dwells
within impenetrable fissures, of
strong wind that aggravates the flames, of
anxiety that comes and goes around; every
breath dictates a moment of severe pulsation,
swallowing the spirit whole.

Where do we go from here?
Where do we land in a flaming rocky road?
The bottomless pit that is, was a home,
to hopefuls and now a pitfall to all,

No hope of ascending!
Echoes the walls; echoes every brick,
but one ray of light becomes the beacon of hope,
illuminating the hole,
Lo! The giver of life has spoken from His throne,
blowing the flames off with His life giving breath.
Calm now restless souls, for
the quilt of Jesus’ love is spread on us,
Be consoled in His best plan, as
to be consoled is to be welcomed,
in His supernatural home.