Assorted hopes wrapped in uncertainty,
many a joy bound up in dispair;
much in both must faith repair,
til joy unbounded and hope fly fair.
My spirit soars again high up in the air.
But know with certainty that faith's the key
that unlocks the mystery ............
of all that binds joy and buries hope within me.
Faith is a child on Christmas morn
unwrapping,untying presents under the tree,
ever so, ever so, ever so ,gleefully.
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