My hope comes from a light that will never burn out. When I can’t feel the heat on my face, I have enough faith to assure that my hope still lives. I will make it through the storm, even when it is so dark that I can’t see. The enemy reaches for me and sees my heart on my sleeve, but turns away once he sees my Creator’s name engraved upon it. I belong and I will never be left alone. The forces of this world can hurt me only for me to turn to my hope to be healed. The sun rises from the horizon to make the evil hide and to bring joy for every sinner and liar. A love strong enough to put every thief and dissatisfied one back together, of which I am all of these. He has taken me, a broken nothing, and healed me and made me whole. If any other can do such miracles as these, let Him bow down before the other that does not exist. My Father possesses power to ignite the whole earth with flame and destroy us all, but instead created one so humble to come and give all he had, even his life, to ignite this hopeless world with love. A love strong enough to heal everything you could imagine. My hope will burn forever.