O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go

by George Matheson

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that foll’west all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

Two Short Poems Of Hope

Hope Is A Warm Blanket

Hope is a warm blanket
In the winter night.
Heavy winds might shake it
But you'll hold it tight.

If they ever took it,
You would feel so cold.
Hope is a warm blanket
Left for you to hold.

Once There Were Two Peddlars

Once there were two peddlars
Walking up and down
Shouting their business
In a busy town. 

One was selling rope and soap
The other was selling hope. 

"Go away, you steal my clients!
They should send you to the lions!"

"They have and they will, 
But I'll be here still."

"To be honest, I can't see
Why they turn to you, not me."

"Cause you sell death for a fee, 
I give life and hope for free!"

Written by Eliza