"Hope"

Hope
A teardrop glides from a sober eye
A pain that makes a grown man cry
The memories that feel incomplete
As life was changed in just a beat
We hear the truth, and keep it known
Yet still the tears won't cease to flow
As grief hits us hard once again
The tears we see flow without end
Yet from these thoughts comes hope anew
A quick reminder of what is true
From behind a dark curtain, a shimmer of light
Behind the black cloth, something is bright
It grows in strength, its glory white
Until the curtain is out of sight
And beauty anew behold our eyes
As death no longer holds a prize
For our hope is not in what we see
But rather in who we know God to be.
By Josh Tucker

What a wonderful encouragement, thanks Josh.