Wrote this and other stuff on my lounge room wall. Weeks after the women I love walked out on me.
When hope has all but disappeared
will love someday follow?
Will it continue to burn?
Will it be just an echo of happier times?
Without hope, this house cannot stand.
Without hope, breath fades away.
Without hope, I am drawn to the hopeful.
To the JESUS of my salvation.
To the rock of my life.