Hope, the Most Valued of All
Those the faithful, ones who do worship and to believe,
The most heavenly creator is as theirs, all to conceive.
These are the most blessed ones, my welcome friend,
Where all hope and each belief, draw no line, to blend.
Candles all are lit in the corners of each fine church,
Everyone, to be a special symbol, reflecting a search.
As an honouring of the Father God, maker of us all,
A repenting of our sins, thus preventing souls, to fall.
Hope of every heart, a very special feeling we all do share,
So is linked by our caring, our most revealing, to compare.
While times are so trying, no hope is dying, only to flourish,
The inner strength of us all, the greatest sense, we cherish.
Without our fondest hope, life would come to an end,
Our every prayer to the creator, so be it, as an amen.
The seeking of an answer, dispelling evil, harsh times,
Prayers to grant guidance, as every scripture rhymes.
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