My Hope

The beginning of the hymn, words by Edward Mote (1797-1874), came to me, eventually….  Not swiftly, mind you. But, hours after receiving an unwelcome hint that a significant piece of my life is likely to change, I found myself walking — walking to a steady right left, right left rhythm, letting my right brain make peace with my left brain.

This song came to mind (and heart and soul and body), reminding me that everything, everything else is sinking sand.  I don’t think we even realize we’ve set our hope on other things, sometimes, until we see how fragile our lives are — subject to change at a moment’s notice.

“My Hope Is Built On Nothing Less”

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.

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