Hope Is A Dangerous Thing
This virus keeps crushing it to pieces
Hope is a dangerous thing
This virus keeps crushing it
Hope is a dangerous thing
Into the sewer it flushes it
Each time they come to us
Seeking care and relief
We work our hardest to heal them
In us they put trust and belief
We try and try and try
Lose sleep and have so much worry
And they seem to get better a little
And hope for cure seeps inside me
But then they die
Again, and again, and again
They die despite all we do
And I swear to never hope again
For when our hope gets crushed
It burns and sears the soul
I can’t keep taking the pain
And so I bury my hope in whole
But, here’s the rub:
Hope is a thing most tenacious
Despite all my effort to choke it
It keeps coming back to grace us
Why won’t my hope just die?
Why does it keep coming back?
It would be easier to simply deny
And evade a soul that’s cracked
But hope just won’t die that easy
As our patients do all too frequently
For Hope is the Light of God in me
And that Light is too strong to flee
