Hope is here but standing stock still naked at night
Biding its time before the gray dawn when surely
The opposing army’s numbers will be revealed
It is then that I will clench tight and move behind
A dusty shield of faith at a low steady stride
Just as in the least of these ‘tis You we can see
It is in times waiting for fallen table crumbs
That Your mathematics become wild and free
1 Peter 1:22-25
Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for your brothers, love one another deeply, from the heart. For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, thorough the living and enduring word of God. For All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord stands forever.
