Words fail to attest to the force of Your strength
pictures can’t illustrate Your mercy or grace,
the extent of Your faith, the height or the length.
When sorrows dishearten, my heart You enlace
with comfort; You offer my mind words to cope
as I walk willingly into Your embrace.
Each auspicious morning is filled with breath’s hope,
sweet inhale of birds’ songs helps faith to increase
as mustard seed planted, its growth knows no scope.
Like spring melts winter snows, heart’s doubts now surcease;
there is nothing to keep, nothing left to prove
when surrender is willing; your gift is peace
Faith, hope and love the Spirit’s delivered trove;
These all treasured gifts, but the greatest is love.