Who am I that He is mindful of me?
Why does my heart drum wildly in His presence?
Why do I hope for tomorrow even in the midst of a painful present,
And the distant echo of a sour past
As though I were a prisoner chained to hope.
Why bother to explain something that defies natural laws?
Must everything be explained?
My hope is a mystery
I have found a hope that transcends times and seasons
I have found a hope that cannot be taken away
Wrapped up in the person of the God who holds all the answers.
Everyday, the world tries to latch on to it,
Hoping to take it away and trample upon it,
But the One who gave it, has already held on too tightly to me
If I were a prisoner,
I’d rather be a prisoner of hope.