Hope For The In-Between

My heart broke as news came out about the 21 Coptic Christians murdered by ISIS in Egypt. This poem was written soon afterwards. Come quickly Lord Jesus!

I continue to watch the story unfold,
A front row seat of loss untold.
Cries of pain shatter hopes and dreams,
The innocent are dashed so it seems.

The blood of the saints is spilled on the ground,
“Evil wins” is cry of the crowd.
Despair creeps in, all is lost it appears,
Yet, I’m comforted by hope that draws near.

Hope secured on a bloody cross,
Victory assured in spite of the cost.
The promise of all creation redeemed,
I cling to hope for the in-between.

The Savior’s words ring out, ring true,
We are but pilgrims, strangers passing through.
Struggle and toil in this world is our lot,
The Spirit groans when our strength is naught.

We long for a shout and the trumpet sound,
When the heavens split and peace reigns down.
All is made right, the righteous sing,
As every knee bows before the risen King.

Hope secured on a bloody cross,
Victory assured in spite of the cost.
The promise of all creation redeemed,
I cling to hope for the in-between.

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