Hope
by Emily Dickinson
by Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Hebrews 6:19 (NLT)
This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls. It leads us through the curtain into God’s inner sanctuary.
New Year Blessings to you,
She's so artsy! Did you see the kids bedroom signs she made them? TOO CUTE! I know you will LOVE looking at that canvas for years and years to come!
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