Why Do I Hope © 2003 by Randall A. VanLandingham Jr.

Why do I hope, in seemingly hopelessness? Dry, my tears

flow, as wet as a desert. Clearly, I see through my current
blind lenses, Peering before me by looking behind.

Why is a heart cold, that warmly expresses Lies, told as

truth and accepted as such? Where will I find clues,
they've buried forever, Building a mountain in tunnels
below?

Why are the scales being held by injustice, Hiding the

counterweight, truth, in plain view? When will a pure heart
sound off for real justice, Helping discover suppressions,
untold?

Why don't I quit, and give up what I don't have,

Hopelessness, helplessness, scorn and despair? Reasons,
I've found, are as many as this One: God, He's Almighty, my
Refuge, my Shield!