Hope!

Hope is the helmet of our salvation

Like faith, it waits expectantly

For that for which we hope is not seen

Yet that which is not seen is our possession.

This treasure, this thing that we do see not

We now possess as surely as life

Waiting for our possession, reserved for us now

And that which is but hope now, is ours then!.

Why do we then doubt and faint alone the way

As if we do not now possess that for which we wait?

Oh, but that which is seen is not hope

Yet, we with patience wait for it.

Doubt is the enemy of our hope

For we "walk be faith and not by sight,"

So we wait, not as those who are hopeless

But with the blessed assurance that our hope is eternal.

For hope is not a question, but an exclamation

Not a doubt, but an assurance

A treasure more precious than gold.

So we wait, it is our inheritance!

Dr. Hoyte E Nelson