When Jesus claimed me as His child, I was liberated from darkness and made a prisoner of hope.
No matter how black the night, there is a pinhole of light. No matter how crushing the despair, there is a sliver of strength. When I want to stay under the covers, He beckons me to come out and I cannot resist.
I am a slave to the promise of Heaven.
I am bound by hope to the One who makes the rain, the One who spoke the mountains, the One who breathed the stars, the One who gives and takes.
And in that hope I find perfect freedom.
My fears were drowned in perfect love
You rescued me
And I will stand and sing
I am a child of GodNo Longer Slaves by Joel Case / Jonathan David Helser / Brian Mark Johnson
The music reminds me of the Glory to come, and I know Dominic would approve.
Music was his passion.
I like to think of him surrounded by songs and sounds of unimaginable beauty. So I count the days, and I count it joy that I will see him again.
I can hear him saying, “Do you really believe, Mom?”
Yes, sweet boy.
4 thoughts on “Prisoner Of Hope”
My daughter Jade loved music as well. She loved to lead worship at church, listen to music and play the piano. Thank you for your words, for your blog…It has been such a source of comfort to me since my Jade ran ahead in November 2020. I love your Dominic’s smile, he is so handsome and just has a kind face.
Your Dominic sounds so much like my Sam. Music was also a passion for Sam. He played trombone and it just brought him so much joy. As we approach the 18 month mark since he left us, I find myself imagining him playing in the heavenly orchestra so often. I wonder if he is truly happy. I am definitely a slave to hope! If I didn’t have that hope, I couldn’t go on. Thank you.