Hope

Hope grows between cracks in the asphault
In the downtown ghetto streets that contour
The government housing intentions of my heart
[...]
There’s a man down here somewhere between
The Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines
He’s raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we’ve laid down our dreams
His name is Hope
-John Mark McMillian, Between the Cracks

Hope came down, walked the earth and showed a broken world real Hope.

Friday Hope was buried between the cracks.

Three days later Hope rose.

And His Hope would touch the world for centuries to come.