In Hope (Triolet Poem)

In hope I will rise. 

Not in circumstances, but in Jesus. 

In faith I continue, of good to come. 

In hope I will rise. 

I trust of good here, in Jesus, even now. 

I believe redemption is happening; I will not be dismayed. 

In hope I will rise. 

Not in circumstances, but in Jesus.

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