HEArnolds

Some where/ out there/ a light, begins to shine out/ And hope stirs with in me/ And the mice are gnawing at the ropes/ Sam is carrying Frodo up the slope/ Now the light is growing strong/ And the feeling of Hope is growing/ Now the table is beaning to creak/ Frodo is on the edge/ now the light is filling this space/ And now my Hope is fulfilled/ For the table is broken/ The ring has gone into the fire/ These are the tales that matter/ because they point us to Jesus/ To his death and reseraction.