A shell waiting to be cracked,
Enclosed in a blanket of illusions.
Images of failure and defeat,
masked the waiting celebration.
A promise waiting to be fulfilled?
Questions like this I conceive.
My hope transformed to fantasy,
a fear translated to reality.
Until a still soft voice whispers,
a reminder of love and inspiration.
Delivers reassurance to a panting soul,
reflecting the victory that He has won.