As I step by faith,
As I walk in the dark,
Hope is my morning.
As I knock on the door,
As I wait with patiently,
Hope is my way in.
As I stand against the earthquakes,
As I stand still and wait.
Hope is my Zion.
I hope not like a hopper,
I hope for Jesus lives.
Like an eagle I fly,
And hope the wind to carry me.
Like an eagle I shed my feathers,
And hope to retain my youth.
As I spread my wings,
As I reach out,
Hope is my Lord’s hand.
Like a lion with strength I walk the lands and hope to see my King.
Like a lion with courage I protect and hunt souls and hope to see Jesus soon.
Like hope I do not stop to vision my hope.
Pure is my hope in Christ Jesus.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
As I step by faith,
As I walk in the dark,
Hope is my morning.
As I knock on the door,
As I wait with patiently,
Hope is my way in.
As I stand against the earthquakes,
As I stand still and wait.
Hope is my Zion.
I hope not like a hopper,
I hope for Jesus lives.
Like an eagle I fly,
And hope the wind to carry me.
Like an eagle I shed my feathers,
And hope to retain my youth.
As I spread my wings,
As I reach out,
Hope is my Lord’s hand.
Like a lion with strength I walk the lands and hope to see my King.
Like a lion with courage I protect and hunt souls and hope to see Jesus soon.
Like hope I do not stop to vision my hope.
Pure is my hope in Christ Jesus.
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