I Have Hope
Tri Budhi Sastrio
O God, O Father, You have an absolute right
To do everything what You want to do on me.
I surrender totally from the very beginning to
The end, no reserve, no preserve, nothing all.
Only You and it is You, O Lord, can manage
My life, either in a happiness or in a sorrow,
It is up to You, the God, it is up to you the Lord.
Long time ago, a prophet says the same thing,
It is up to You, it is up to You, O the God Lord,
That at the end there will be a hope, a big hope,
Waiting to comfort all soul in the eternity realm.
Let's read and listen carefully what the prophet
Says, in all lament and full of sorrow actually,
But at the end there is a hope, a hope of eternity.
I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
By him I have been made to go in the dark where there is no light.
Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
Even when I send up a cry for help, he keeps my prayer shut out.
He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
He is like a bear waiting for me, like a lion in secret places.
By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
With his bow bent, he has made me the mark for his arrows.
He has let loose his arrows into the inmost parts of my body.
I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
My soul is sent far away from peace,
I have no more memory of good.
And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.
My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
This I keep in mind, and because of this I have hope.
Yes, there is a big hope so I also have hope
And this is not only ease but also comfort me.
Thank You God, thank you Lord, thank you.
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In my heart, a flame of hope burns bright and true,
A beacon of light, in darkest nights, it shines through.
With every step, my spirit soars, my soul takes flight,
For I have hope, that's enough to make things right.
In the face of adversity, I stand tall and strong,
For I know that hope will see me through, all day long.
It's the fuel that drives me, the fire that ignites,
And in its embrace, I find solace and peace tonight.
