Poem #39: My Hope

My Hope

A rugged cross upon a hill.
The soldiers know not whom they kill.
The shouting crowd with hatred jeer,
Some lonely friends all filled with fear.

Who was this man upon that tree
Who gave His life to set me free?
He gave His life, His precious Blood,
He is my saviour, friend and God.

He is the victor over sin;
He conquered death my heart to win.
An empty tomb, and faith made strong
Despite the shouts of mocking throng.

My hope is built upon that Cross;
Mine is the gain, His was the loss.
His love for me has won my soul –
Eternity is now my goal.

© 2008 Trevor W. Hampel

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4 Responses to “Poem #39: My Hope”

  1. John Tongue says:

    Hi Trevor,
    This is great! It would almost fit to the tune of “On Christ the Solid Rock I stand”, too.

    Hope Easter is a really special time of reflection and contemplation.

    John T.

  2. Trevor says:

    Thanks for your kind words John.

    You are right about it fitting the tune of that wonderful old hymn. Not surprising really – I deliberately wrote the poem in a regular metre (iambic tetrameter if you are interested) as an exercise for a poetry writing unit I am doing at Tabor College for my MA in Creative Writing.

    These four verses were specifically written to post on my writing blog for Good Friday. I am hoping to expand this significantly over coming days. By end of term have to submit a 50-100 line poem and this would be a good start. I am thinking of broadening the scope of the poem to include more of the life of Christ. Not sure if I can sustain the metre and rhyme for that long – that’s the challenge.

    Easter will be a quiet time at home for us. Life can be hectic and this is a chance to slow down. Might even take out time to watch the birds.

  3. Great info, i appreciate your creative way of writing

  4. Armani says:

    I’m in the tenth grade at Granby High School in Norfolk, Virginia and I’ve looked at a few of your poems and I was wondering, is it best to start to write poems before going straight to a big novel?