A speck of light in the giant’s eye,
A bit of truth within a lie,
A shooting star across the sky
Where the rain clouds float and fly.
One joyful droplet from a despairing lake,
One little smile for everyone’s sake,
One good petal in a thorn bouquet
One real gem among the fake.
Hope is always there,
Always has been,
And always will be.
Sometimes, it’s just hard to see.
So look for the lily in the barren field,
Look for the defending shield,
Look at everyone who has been healed,
Every good thing that was revealed.
It’s all hope.