**Ballad of Bible Hope**
In sacred texts, a beacon bright,
A glimmer shines in the darkest night.
Hope’s promise, whispered sweet and low,
A guiding star, a gentle glow.
As shadows dance and fears entomb,
Hope’s flame flickers, dispelling gloom.
A lifeline strong, it lifts us high,
A solace in the darkest cry.
When all else fails, when strength wanes low,
Hope whispers softly, ‘Do not bow.’
It paints a future, bright and fair,
A vision that erases all despair.
In trials dire and storms that rage,
Hope’s anchor holds with a steadfast page.
It steadies souls when seas run deep,
And bids us trust when doubts run steep.
Through valleys dark, o’er mountains high,
Hope’s beacon leads us to the sky.
It whispers secrets of a realm unknown,
Where joy and peace forever roam.
Let us call on Bible hope,
A balm for wounds, a beacon’s scope.
For in its presence, shadows flee,
And darkness yields to victory.
