HOPE THE PREACHER

In flame, it rose in the wind
Again, the stars on their grin
Above the sky, rain of rays
Rays of hope, hope for the lame
Today may appear in grey
But someday, I'll change your taste
I'm not deaf to hear your cry
I'm not dead to feel your plight
Astound me in your labour
And i will  be your saviour
Doubt me not, else you fall low
Take my hands, and feel bold
Be brazen, never weary
Be still, I know the mystery
Be merry, I'll change the story
Stay by me, you won't be lonely.