Whispering Hope

A good friend wrote, “Your “floating” thought brought to mind two old “anchor” hymns:”

The second verse from “My Hope is Built on Nothing Less:”
“When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.”
 

And, the last  verse from “Whispering Hope;”
“Hope as an anchor so steadfast,
Rends the dark veil for the soul,
Whither the Master has entered,
Robbing the grave of its goal.
Come then, o come, glad fruition,
Come to my sad weary heart;
Come, O Thou blest hope of glory,
Never, O never depart.”

Blessing and peace,
Shirley

Right back atcha, Shirley and to all out there, on this beautiful day!

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About susansplace

Widowed in 2012, I am a mother and grandmother. Born in San Francisco, I now live in the town I grew up in: Mill Valley, California. I love nature photography. Just an amateur but that's OK! My goal: world peace. Got any ideas?
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