O Hope (A Poem)

The flowers are dead in the meadow

All that hearkens to God is ignored

All that is Man stands in shadow

And the battle-cry put to the sword

O Hope
For the End

Can renewed be a blade that was broken?

Dust and blood wiped from the eye?

Can ear of man be made to hearken?

And mouth of man, made to cry?

For in every fell deed day is darkened

As the Son of God dims, He will die

O Hope
For the Power

Yes cry the angels in heaven

Yes cry the soldiers below

The helmet indeed has been cloven

Greater indeed is our foe

O Hope
You won't Bend

Still we hope for a dawn yet unbroken

Still we fight for a light that is veiled

Our ears we have made to hearken

The God-man in heaven, we hail

And though we die in this day that is darkened

Our beating heart has not yet failed.

O Hope!
This is our Hour!

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