Thine hope for love and redemption, held in reverence set,
In the realm where life's currents meet, its course reset.
When thy broken heart wanders, tangled in greed's net,
Yet, within hope's nurturing soil, peace blossoms, a seed beset.
Take thy broken soul, O Lord, let the spirit lead,
For torment engulfs thine being, thy grace we desperately need.
As the sun emerges, awaiting thy dawn's decree,
Memories of darkness haunt, a ghost's visage we see.
Though hope may wane, in thy love we steadfastly believe,
And perchance one day, our expectations thou shalt receive
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