I think hope and life might be synonyms.
And I think with every breath
comes a breath of grace.
I think that getting what we don't deserve
goes beyond what I've ever known.
And I think breathing is what keeps us alive,
but hope is what lets us live.
I think that prayer is the key
to the door of heaven.
And I only think through an opened door
glimmers the light of grace.
And I think that it illuminates the world;
we're seeing colours never seen.
I think that the colours of grace
have taste, touch and feel.
And I think that feeling the breath of God
would leave me breathless...with butterflies.
I think that having this key to heaven
is all that anyone needs.
And I think those who don't use their key
how poor and helpless they must be.
I think you couldn't call their lives
worth living.
And I think you could truthfully say
they are the living dead.
I think that we need to use our keys
to make up for unopened doors.
And I think that the more we open ours,
the more they might see.
I think that if only they could taste and touch
the Grace that pours out,
then only could they believe in hope and life and love.
And I think that then they might pray.
And I think that then they could hope.
And I think then they'd not only be alive,
but they could truly live.
I think hope and life might be synonyms.
And I hope...always.
-Ben Ankenmann
date: February 22, 2009
location: Hamilton
Sunday, February 22
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