HOPE

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This one is for you who are weary and in need of fresh hope
For those of you who may feel like giving up or letting go
​You may feel overwhelmed, like your world is falling apart
​But I proclaim the One who came to bind up the broken heart
Sometimes we may feel the path is so narrow that we will fall
But there is One who is ever close to hear us when we call
If we will take His hand and allow Him to lead the way
​He will keep us and guide us ... He does not lead us astray
​YESHUA - The Good Shepherd who cares for His sheep
​Bringing comfort to all those who mourn and weep
​Faithful and True, He guards the feet of His saints
Gives us strength to carry on, to walk and not faint
To run and not be weary as we wait upon The L-RD
You shall mount up with wings as eagles ... YES! YOU WILL SOAR!
​So look up, look up precious child of G-D ... 
You are loved so much more than you may possibly know ...
​Through times of great struggle there's opportunity to grow ... 
​You will be SO MUCH MORE than okay ...

YOU WILL FLOURISH AND GROW! YOU WILL BLOSSOM AS THE ROSE!

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Psalm 30
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​A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; of David.

I will extol You, O L-RD, for You have lifted me up;
And have not let my foes rejoice over me.
O L-RD my G-D I cried out to You,
​and You healed me.
​O L-RD, You brought my soul up from the grave;
​You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
Sing praise to the L-RD, you saints of His,
​and give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.
For His anger is but for a moment,
​His favour is for life;
Weeping may endure for a night,
​but joy comes in the morning.

Now in my prosperity I said,
​"I shall never be moved."
LORD, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong;
You hid Your face, and I was troubled.
I cried out to You, O LORD;
And to the LORD I made supplication:
“What profit is there in my blood,
When I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise You?
Will it declare Your truth?
Hear, O LORD, and have mercy on me;
LORD, be my helper!”

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;

You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladnes​s,
​To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks to You forever.

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