The Inner Life

Looking critically at my life
I see a deep mystery
It is a misery to human mind
Yet the secret of my life

People wonder why I am never dashed
When all seems impossible
Yet I am held on to a promise
Against hope believing in hope
This is my life
But there is a reason

Promise is a debt
God already paid His
By sending Christ
So when I have a promise
From His Majesty
Hope cannot be dashed
Because Christ is in me
The hope of glory
This is the reason

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