In shadows deep where doubts assail,
The ancient words like beacons hail:
“For I know the plans I have for you,”
Declares the Lord, a promise true—
Not harm, but hope, a future bright,
Jeremiah’s voice pierces the night.

Through storms that rage and valleys low,
The Psalms remind us: “Weeping may go
For a night, but joy comes with dawn,”
In God’s embrace, we’re never forlorn.
Romans whispers grace untold,
“In hope we wait, though trials unfold.”

Eternal light in pages penned,
Scripture’s gift: our souls to mend.
It lifts the weary, steadies the frail,
A anchor sure where tempests prevail—
Hope everlasting, divine and pure,
In every verse, our hearts endure.