Hope, My Birthright

Hope, 
It’s my birthright,
Given to me 
When I was born again 
In you.

And now
Hope, 
It’s what I am 
Clinging to.

When things look bleak,
And they close the door,
When I am led 
To an empty shore,
When there seems to be
No way through,
When my pockets are empty 
And I don’t know what to do 
When I am anxious, and alone
And my heart, has wandered 
Far from home,

I pull out hope,
Like You taught me to.
It’s the the winning ticket,
That will see me through.

I hold hope up,
High in the air
So all can see it  
And I boldly declare, 

“I am a daughter of the King!”
And to those things 
that seem so hard…
I apply hope!

Hope’s not a wish 
Or a wonder,
It’s a guarantee
Of all the things 
You promised to me.

It’s a, now but not yet, certainty 
It’s a Good Friday but Sunday’s coming space of let’s wait and see…
See, how those promises 
Will turn things around, 
Because hope’s not shaky,
It’s hard solid ground

So, in place of the questions 
That plague me today,
I’ll choose hope;
Hope that You’re with me 
Hope that You care, 
Hope that an answer 
Will soon be there 
Hope that You see and 
Hope that You hear 
Hope that You’re
Stronger than my fear,
Hope that You hold me 
Hope that You stay
Hope the darkness
Will turn to day

These truths are sure 
Your word is strong
My hope is in You 
To whom I belong

And so, discouragement,
You will not 
Win the day
Instead I letting 
Hope…
Lead the way.

“We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.”  Hebrews 6:19

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Hebrews 15:13