
What do you do when hope grows old—
Like a lively fire turned tired and cold?
What do you do when milestones pass,
And life feels broken, like shattered glass?

What do you do when hope grows old—
Like a lively fire turned tired and cold?
What do you do when milestones pass,
And life feels broken, like shattered glass?

As the world turns to darkness
And light no longer gleams,
As burning rays of hope die out
And all is lost it seems.

Real faith requires something from you;
Answer the riddle to know what to do.
It’s a phrase, can you guess it? We shall see.
First is a word that, in short, means “me”.

When life throws a curve,
Like a difficult trial,
And your row to hoe
Seems like a mile;
If you’re still kind,
And still can smile—
Life will get better
After a while.

What do you get when God says no?
What do you get when cold winds blow?
What do you get when hope seems low?
I don’t know.

The funny thing with roses, they start as just a bud;
Some take so long to open, they seem like just a dud.
But no amount of wishing will make them open up,
Like no amount of wanting removed the bitter cup.

I do always remember Him—
At work and play, home and gym
I do always remember Him—
Deliberate, consistent, not on a whim
I do always remember Him—
Now and still when eyes grow dim
I do always remember Him—
My heart, all pride, I strive to trim
I do always remember Him!

The breeze washing over me, from where does it come?
The passing bumblebee, how does it hum?
The chasing birds, how do they fly?
And why is it blue—the heavenly sky?

There’s a tale of a mother who lived in a shoe,
When faced with a challenge knew not what to do.
So the family had dinner without any bread—
Then she spanked all her children and sent them to bed!
Why we rehearse this nobody knows,
So let’s faithen the story and see how it goes. . . .

Don’t give up. Photo by Gabriela Palai.
As you walk the lonely road. . .
Mile after mile
Without expected blessing,
This may be your trial.
But if you’ve done what you can
And still must wait awhile;
Don’t give up my faithful friend—
Delay is not denial.