I stand in awe of the fair maiden hope,
She breaks forth from my weary heart,
Like a piercing light
How is it that though I am struck down,
I am not destroyed,
Though I fall
I rise again.
What is this light that breaks through my darkness?
Un-circumstantially the voice of truth speaks,
Persecuted, but never abandoned.
What a joy;
This anchor that never fails…
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, Hebrews 6:19