Your love is the strong rope
That keeps me holding on.
The divine needle of mending,
When I’m weary and torn.

Your love’s a trusty band aid
For every painful wound.
And the golden sunshine
For my precious, fragile June.

Your love fills the grayest skies
With hope and lasting peace.
What a glorious, wondrous love
That never shall decrease.

For Your love—which I have known—
By leaps and bounds, I have grown.