Poem: Look Up

I know I must not now despair
though all my dreams are in the air
though every hope's about to fail—
my future seems a bitter tale.

And I cannot but pray and fast
entreat my God, from first to last,
from when I wake until I pass
unto the realm where dreams amass.

Wherefore I kneel and fold my hands
and beg that God redeem these lands. 
This home I know, and truly love; 
our only hope is from above.