Whispererin Hope

Soft as the voice of an angel, reading a lesson unheard. Hope, with a gentle persuasion, whispers her comforting word. Wait till the darkness is over, wait till the heavens is done. Hope for the sunshine tomorrow after the shower is gone. Whispering hope, for how well my voice makes my heart in sorrow rejoice. If in the dusk of the twilight give me the reason afar, will a deepening darkness brighten the glimmering star? Then, when the night is upon us, why should the heart sink away? When the midnight is over, watch for the breaking of day. Whispering hope, for how well my voice makes my heart in sorrow rejoice.