Hope Is A Dangerous Thing

This virus keeps crushing it to pieces

Hope is a dangerous thing This virus keeps crushing it Hope is a dangerous thing Into the sewer it flushes it

Each time they come to us Seeking care and relief We work our hardest to heal them In us they put trust and belief

We try and try and try Lose sleep and have so much worry And they seem to get better a little And hope for cure seeps inside me

But then they die Again, and again, and again They die despite all we do And I swear to never hope again

For when our hope gets crushed It burns and sears the soul I can’t keep taking the pain And so I bury my hope in whole

But, here’s the rub: Hope is a thing most tenacious Despite all my effort to choke it It keeps coming back to grace us

Why won’t my hope just die? Why does it keep coming back? It would be easier to simply deny And evade a soul that’s cracked

But hope just won’t die that easy As our patients do all too frequently For Hope is the Light of God in me And that Light is too strong to flee