A Hope That I Carry

I’ve been lying in my bed and thinking ’bout the day I die

Thought of others and myself and wondered ’bout a life gone by

All the things that I spent my time on … did it have any value?

All the words that I said and everything I have done

Did it help anybody to manage? Has it been to someone’s advantage?

That’s a hope that I carry

There are people who keep very busy … always walking tall

Some are quieter and take it easy, feeling rather small

What you do out of love, however, has a meaning that matters

Other things that you try eventually fade away

Every action of love will remain, true compassion is never in vain

That’s a hope that I carry

Every action of love will remain, true compassion is never in vain

That’s a hope that I carry

When I’m done and when my life is over, I can do no more

And there’s nothing I will be in need of, like I was before

So the more that I think about it, all the better I see it

On that day there is nothing I can depend upon,

ut the promise I got from a man, who was dead but is risen again

That’s a hope that I carry