As hope flickers on, anticipation turns to longing. Fully satisfied, but restless. Hope collides with a melody of Peace and our hearts echo their song.
We see joy, planted long ago in the hearts of men, bear its harvest. We sow new promises in the very fields of peace heralded by the prophets and angels. We do not sit idle as we extend our hands forward, yearning for eternity. We usher our hearts into preparation for our Savior once more.
Our hearts stir, expectant, as peace and hope illuminate the way of our King.
