When Hope Seems Gone
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During the darkest time of all
When'er death's sting creates a pall
When there is not a ray of hope
As mankind in the shadows grope,

When powers of evil loom above
We ask, "Where is that great white dove?"
Don't worry, help is on the way
As we all seek a brighter day!

As I walked outside this morning
I looked up, quite without warning,
There was a beauty to behold,
A spectral, brilliant and so bold!

An upside rainbow did appear
Holding all God's promises dear,
Right above our humble abode
Showing from where all Grace has flowed!

What means this rainbow upside down?
"It is a smile and not a frown!"