There are things we need to see,
Like newborn life and ice cream dreams,
All the things that ought to be free,
All the glory of love unconditionally redeems.

There is warmth we need to touch,
Like sunlight streaking through the clouds,
When our obscurity is too much,
The grace of love will beat all odds.

There are scents that take us back,
To campfire smoke and Christmas tree needles,
They remind us of all we lack,
And how surrounded with love we beat our evils.

There are words we long to hear,
When the noise of the world cries without care,
When our monsters have mastered our fear,
A verse of love the world must share.