Every Hope

There are many kinds of right,
many kinds of wrong,
many elaborate illusions and myths,
all of which seem correct to a man,
all of which fade with time,
like early morning fog,
rapidly disappearing
before the approaching noonday sun.

There is only one right,
there is only one truth,
there is only one way leading to life,
all others lead to destruction and death.

There are no other choices,
no alternate paths,
no other name
by which a man might be saved,
in the end there is outer darkness;

or there is You.

That is the truth,
those are the choices,
despite how hard so many
wish to believe otherwise.

You have delivered me
from dark prisons
where only sadness and sorrow live,
You have pulled me up
from pits of decadence and decay
where hope does not exist,
You have restored all that was lost
in the blackness of the night so long ago;

there is nothing more that I desire,
nothing more that I need.

You have provided all that I require,
You have fulfilled every dream,
You are my every hope,
You are my everything;

thank you Lord.
.
.