The Cry of Hope

People everywhere
Living in diapair
Hoping they can repair
The ashes in the air
If all is seen as lost
Then damn the Holocaust
Yet Christ has paid the cost
Am glad he bore the loss

How awesome is his name
With him all is regained
Out there I am unnamed
With Christ I am proclaimed

What else could he desire
From me who is lost but found
I will give him my heart
I will give him my heart

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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