Something

I was thinking of the dreams that I'd
had one year ago,

And I saw many hopes that had died.

There was no funeral for those hopes,
save for the tears that I cried,

And next year,
I'll remember them no more.

But one hope has stayed close,
And shines far more than most.

It's a hope for something better,
than crying for dead hopes;

It's the hope
which Jesus gave to me.



This one just popped out, I guess.

Slàn!