God of Hope

My great great grandmother’s name was Hope. She was born exactly 100 years before me. I hope that one day I can name my future daughter or grand-daughter Hope. Amy Carmichael uses the word “hope” at least five times in this poem. 


Hope through me, God of Hope,

Or never can I know

Deep wells and living streams of hope,

And pools of overflow.

Flood me with hope today

For souls perverse, undone,

For sinful souls that turn away,

Blind sunflowers, from their Sun.

O blessèd Hope of God,

Flow through me patiently,

Until I hope for everyone

As Thou hast hoped for me.

Amy Carmichael

not be moved


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