The stars may fade, the earth may sway,
The mountains crumble, and drift away.
Yet not a word shall bend or break,
For what He speaks, He will not take.

No fleeting time, no storm or sea,
Can shake the truth that sets us free.
Each promise, etched by love’s own hand,
Will stand when none but Him still stand.

The smallest stroke, the faintest line,
Still shines with wisdom, pure, divine.
Not heaven’s vast and endless height,
Nor earth’s deep shadows dim its light.

So lift your eyes, let joy arise,
For what He’s sworn will never die.
His word remains, His love is sure,
Forever strong, forever pure.

Through trials fierce and fires bright,
Through darkest days and longest nights,
His voice will call, His hand will guide,
His truth endures, our hope, our light.