Hope

by Lucy M. Young

When sadness overwhelms me
And troubles pile so high
There seems no way around them,
I think I want to die.
When fear and doubt are rampant,
And I want to run and hide,
There's no relief, no solace
In anything I've tried.

I stand and look around me;
The sun is shining bright
Upon the barren frozen earth,
But Spring's almost in sight.
Beneath the snow the flowers wait
To bloom in all their glory,
All nature soon will be awake
To tell the age-old story

Of love and resurrection;
For 'though our days are dark,
Beneath the pain of our despair
There is a tiny spark
Of hope. If we will see it,
And nourish it with prayer;
Our troubles all will disappear,
And joy will vanquish care.