Sunny Side of Hope

You worry about me don’t you I can’t run away from myself says the mirror With a look only a mirror can give No matter how much I want to scrub my skin my sin I cannot wash my hands wipe them clean the dirt still exists Someone tried that once and his guilt remains My name is life and it is short My prison has no bars but they are real I’ve been told And yet hope is all I have left When His lifeless body was put In a tomb Hope was lost when the door was slammed Guarded by soldiers following orders But on third day hope resurrected when the tomb was found empty Frank Black Blacharczyk