Leviathan still abides within the shadow of the deep. Wild flowers still grow upon every rocky steep. Wonder if you will, at the things that I have made. How do you not wonder also that they do not fade?
Can my sight dim therefore? Or my blood fail to atone? Can the Angels I have sent fail to keep my own? It has always been a certainty that the hour of darkest night must lose its hold and though gradually, soon be bathed in mornings light.
Thousands of springs still bubble and swell and flow down to the sea. And the miracle of honey still occurs in the body of the bee. The sun has never been consumed and it's presence would inspire the world to know, and love him who made that ball of fire.
Though I created all Earth's mysteries from Oceans - - to a drop of dew, none compares with the mystery of the life I gave for you, that your soul might live forever, there WAS no other way and the blood I shed is all the price you'll ever have to pay.
By F. W. (Lucky) Hope
Inspirational Poetry by Lucky Hope
