Strange Lament

 As old as the universe itself,

Older than the bricks on which it was built,

The solid cornerstone, from which all vibrations emanate

And in turn, return to.

His Love,

Is steadfast.

It has never changed nor wavered,

Kick as hard as you like,

It won't wobble.

It never ceases, depletes or decreases,

Through trauma and trial,

Eon upon eon,

Mile after mile after mile,

Add infinitum,

His love wont be moved 

Or be undone,

He is love itself,

The Ancient one,

Yesterday, today,

Ever after, the same.

Steadfast, stood fast.

It was never rocked,

And it shall never change.

But let me tell you,

Every single day,

His mercy,

Is born anew,

Like dew,

Fresh every morning.

The way in to this unmovable castle,

The mighty fortress of his love?

Every single morning,

The Mercy gates open,

And let the wanderers in.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
    his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.~ Lamentations 3:22-23