[Written for the Sentinel]

Hope

Still in my heart a faint glow burned,An ember that refused to die;With faltering hope to God I turned,And prayed that He might heed my cry.

The struggle had been long and soreWhile evil seemed to hold the sway;But yet, I trusted Him the more,And through this trusting learned to pray.

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