“The Final Key”


Hope diminishes
as the moon does wane,
shadows shorten
on the dry terrain.


What once burned bright,
kindled by desire
is now smoldering ashes—
a funeral pyre.

All seems lost—
the tears they flow,
but the warmth of spring
will melt that snow.


For God has promised
and He`s faithful and true
to perfect
all he said he`d do.


So though emotionally
you are spent
and your tender heart
just may be rent...


Remember those
saints of old
who peresevered
through heat and cold.


For though you`ve prayed and prayed
it just may be
the door will open
as you try,
the final key.