Hope, I see you but dimly, and long for you as friend.
You are but a nice word - an extravagance.
I chase, but you are as the hissing wind.
You are the partner with whom I wish to dance.
I chase, but you are as the hissing wind.
You are the partner with whom I wish to dance.
Why do you evade and play your hide & seek?
If you would but stay awhile, I'd be your truest friend.
The trials have worn me down you see,
And with you I need to speak.
If you would but stay awhile, I'd be your truest friend.
The trials have worn me down you see,
And with you I need to speak.
Do you not see my life is torn, and you alone the thread to mend.
And then came a knock and I rose from my pity bed
To find a faithful sister there.
Laying my head upon her breast,
Miracle of miracles - evasive hope is found.
Miracle of miracles - evasive hope is found.
By Cheryl Banks (2016)
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