For every joy there comes a pain;

To know you’s joy – and your demise?

The thrilling kiss, the soul that cries…

Let’s fasten seat belts,  face it plain:

That you might leave me years to mope

Before I come, meet you in heaven…

Do we BELIEVE? There’s other leaven

To the loaf – the leaven’s Hope

Belief I force upon my mind – 

It roots not well, but hope’s the thing

To joy and pain the bridge I bring.

Belief Is harsh but hope is kind. 

I hope for God. I hope for you. 

Each means always. Hope is true.