Soft is the Angel's voice, breathing a lesson unheard. She is hope with a gentle persuasion whispering her comforting words. Wait till the darkness is over, wait till the tempest is done, hope for the sunshine tomorrow, after the shower is gone.
In the dark of the twilight, dim by the region afar. Will not the deepening darkness brighten the glimmering star? Then when the night is upon us, why should the heart sink away? When the dark midnight is over may you watch for the breaking of day.
I am a Whisper of Hope.
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