What?

Lo, what breaks on dawn’s pristine shores?

And lo, what shakes the sod?

What pours from heaven’s far-flung doors?

Ah, this; the grace of God

Lo, what urges us yet to trust?

In spite of hearts weight-shod

What satisfies this creature-dust?

Ah this; the love of God

© Janet Martin

 Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. Lam.3:22