I want my life to sing the colors of fall brilliance when drought brings news of despair.
I want my roots to be planted beside the stream of life when heat scorches my soul.
I want hope to be my anthem till Christ calls me home.
Though hardships attempts to steal my confidence in the King of Kings, I want my life hidden in Christ.
I want a life of trust that overflows from my heart, making no room for worry to find a home.
Worry and fear must leave when hope & confidence are planted.
Rooted beneath the surface of daily grind is the eternal promise that no suffering of life can ever steal from us.
Secured are we in Christ.
This is not the end.
We have this hope.