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                                 *The Brink Of Hope*

         There is a power greater than us
                                               I know this
                                     But I can't relate
                                      I searched for it
                                But I couldn't find it
        Then I sank in the rivers of doubt

                It's like hiding from a Jaguar
                  On a shallow paw paw tree
    Afraid it might give you up anytime
   And happy it saved you for the time
                   But uncertain for how long
       'Cause the Jaguar rested under it

         There is a power greater than us
                         I have felt it's presence
        But forgot how it felt at sunshine
                  I feel it's chills and serenity
                  Awaking my sleeping hairs
         But was told it burns like flames

             Darkness isn't when the moon           
  Covers the sun from the night's cold
          Or when stars blanket the earth
       Darkness is when you are scared
   Of the night that brought you peace
 When you are frightened by the pope
  That you can't escape sin while alive
And can't escape hell when you die in sin

                It's like hiding from a Jaguar
                   Hopeful you might escape
  And scared your gait might give you up
                            But how can I forget?
          There's a power greater than us
             Which is not hidden by nature

            When I see God in your smiles
             A beauty science can't explain
           When God dances in your eyes
              A magic that never grows old
              When God rests in your voice
  A brink of hope, enough to make me remember the feeling I forgot

             Darkness isn't when the moon
  Covers the sun from the night's cold
           Darkness is when you can't see
      What causes you to sleep at night
   Yet you make a breakfast of doubts
  On the brink of hope that God exists
                     And is above our minds...

                                       ©Achi Gp Nuel.

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