Some of us have been hurt so badly and distrust so fiercely
That we never allow ourselves to acknowledge
The love and hope and peace and grace
We could see all around us each day.
See the eyes of a dog as he looks to a beloved master.
There is joyful expectation and undying optimism
The picture of what our hearts should brim full of
As we look to our heavenly father.
What stepped in to destroy such limitless faith and hope?
We did — with our pride and stubborn self-reliance.
But hope awaits rekindling
and faith longs to be expressed
In the heart of the one undeserving but ever-loved
Who chooses to stay at the Father’s breast.