you are the morning song sung by the birds of the air, and the chimes of the gentle beasts of the ground.
you are the bubbling of the stream that winds through the trees, and the mighty white-capped waves of the sea.
you are ethereal forbearance, and you lavish a merciful grace upheld by the truth that you are not entirely perfect.
you are the stars and the rolling thunder, with humble sounds of triumph and whispers.
your love is deeper than all of the oceans, it’s higher than any mountain.
and I’m falling further into your love that won’t leave me on my own.
it’s a love that holds on and will not let go.