Holding up my hopes and dreams like clothes pins on a wash line.
My Faith is getting warmed in the bright day sun.
My Doubts are fluttering about in the sweet South wind.
My Love hangs there surrounded by old socks and sheets.
I ‘ve been thinking too much, been trying to hold on so tightly yet, all dreams must be washed clean.
They say, “let go and let God” and that is exactly what I do now.
I will wrap myself in my old quilt of Trust as soon as it is dry.
It is worn and tattered but still my greatest comfort in this Life.
Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. Hebrews 10:23