Things not allowed, sorted thoughts, hurtful facts
Bareness in life, seeking solace, for sorrowful acts
Temptation’s muddy paths that lead to pure misery
What worthy a sacrifice, for a glimpse of could it be
Look deep, it lies within, a tiny jewel named faith
Discard doubts, placed there long ago, painful chafe
A troubled heart is waiting; a mind’s eye can already see
The faintest glimmer, a captive thought of could it be
Forgiveness a need, but could it ever be possessed
Would one so glorious even listen to what is confessed
That glint of treasure reflects a light of hope to believe
Battling the darkness, fear, and distrust of could it be
Expand what once was known, embrace the only truth
It is felt, in the tortured soul, a gentile glance of stern reproof
Joyous wonders await to unfold, the hopeful possibility
New birth began with Jesus, the resurrection of could it be
“For the believer there is hope beyond the grave, because Jesus Christ has opened the door to heaven for us by His death and resurrection.” -Billy Graham