Worldly hope, a fragile thread,
A wish on winds that shift and shed,
It clings to chance, to fleeting skies,
A spark that fades when fortune dies.
It dreams of gold, of days serene,
Yet trembles at what lies unseen,
A shallow root in shifting sand,
It falters where it cannot stand.

Biblical hope, a steadfast flame,
Anchored deep in a holy name,
No mere desire, but trust made whole,
A promise carved on the soul.
Through storms it holds, through dark it glows,
A certainty the heart well knows,
Not swayed by time, nor crushed by woe,
It rises where the faithful go.

One leans on fate, the other grace,
One dims in doubt, one seeks His face,
Worldly hope may charm the eye,
But Biblical hope will never die.

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