His Love Don't Fade

When you feel like a sojourner, alone and afraid. Standing at a fountain with the last penny you saved. Hopes are lost, dreams now vague.You hold your breath, close your eyes toss it and pray...His hand is catching every throw, every wish made. And somehow each tear that rolls down into streams and bays, maybe counted by angels before swept away. Hear the river and its mighty sound, feel the awe of his power that surrounds. In a sea of waves his reflection is found... He knocks at our hearts, he compassionately pounds. If we'd open the gates his arms would wrap round. Just look at the leaves, see how the wind softly rocks them down, as he gently lays them on the ground. With care, each niche, each cranny, each crevice is carved... chiseled and formed, to create what hasn't yet, been born. His kind spirit does cloak and shade, what was once, withered, parched and decayed, now flourishes, contentedly, under the everglade. His promises, lastingly kept. Our cries tenderly...met. His Love Don't Fade!