Our Lady Mystical Rose of Argyle

Guardian Angel

May 26, 2017

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Hope.

It seeps in ever so slowly

Threading its way through the cracks

Of disillusionment and pain.

The world, weary of empty promises,

Fails to notice its arrival.

But still it comes.

 

In a world where God's greatest gift, life,

Is wasted on the floor

Hope still comes.

No one at first notices

But then one by one, they raise their heads

And wonder what they feel in the air

And what touches their souls.

 

It is hope.

It is love.

It is God.

And the weary world is restored

And the hearts of His people

Turn back to God.