WAITING FOR HOPE...

"Please, Please, Daddy, don't hurt me again."
When he was gone, she sobbed in pain.

When will it end? When will it stop?
Now she's waiting for hope, waiting for hope.

They said, "I do," with words they meant.
He's drunk again, the paycheck spent,
He's cursing her, he slams the door.
Weeping, she's waiting for hope, waiting for hope.

There are twelve to fourteen million hurting kids--Africa's youth orphaned by AIDS. In city and bush, huddled in the dark
they're waiting for hope, waiting for hope.

The doctor says, "You have cancer."
His heart racing, he fights anger.
Overpowering dread fills his soul.
He's waiting for hope, waiting for hope.

They're waiting for hope yet so often we turn away. We must tell them, "Hope's on His way!"

Hope's name is Jesus;
Hope's name is Jesus!