The little things that give us hope,
And weave it into something to live for.
The kind word, the simple smile, the faintest hope
That something good is going to come.
That is what we people do.
Through pain comes beauty, if we let it.
And it only takes a little hope
To turn the darkest day into something beautiful.
We give anger, we give pain,
Just as much as we receive it ourselves.
But we also are capable of so much more.
There is always hope upon this earth.
So much shadow, so much death,
But always Hope, as long as our Maker is here.
We take the little things
And make something beautiful,
Just like the One who created us.
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