"searching for the hope that tucked away in you and me,"
leaped out at me. I thought about that hope inside me... It's been there for a very long time.
One of my earliest memories is being in Children's Church and singing the song, "Behold, I Stand at the door and Knock, Knock, Knock." (I'm not sure if that is the exact title, but you get the idea.) We would act out the song and turn around and knock on the metal folding chairs that we had been sitting in.
I really believed the promise,
And so that blessed hope has been tucked away in me ever since.
He's there, because I opened the door.
The question is, "How hard is it for someone searching to see that hope in me?"
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