A flitting spark
Briefly shining
Then vanishing...
A spark called hope.
What was that
A candle-flame
Flickering in the night
Blown out quickly...
A flame called hope.
What was that?
A faint torchlight
Chasing away shadows
Snuffed in the sand...
A torch called hope.
What was that?
A bright campfire
Giving light and warmth
Quenched with water
Yet still glowing...
A fire called hope.
What was that?
A burst of sun
Cleared the clouds
Covered once more
Yet still shining...
A burst of hope.
What is that?
Savior of men
Banishing darkness
Bleeding and dead
Yet living for me...
A Savior of hope.
