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.
Leave a Reply
disciple of Jesus. engaged to @vinnielopes. student ministry leader and creative arts assistant for @crosspoint_tv. graphic designer. coffee lover.