Therein lies my stronghold.
You love me without measure;
You cover me as a babe.
As an innocent child; blameless, serene.
No wrong remains beneath the blanket of Your mercy.
Restoration is Your workshop;
And trials the site of a new project just begun.
Your favor not defined by human success, perpetual happiness, nor ever-fortunate happenstance for a future yet begun.
Your favor is growth in Spirit and Faith; hope of the life everlasting.
You challenge Your children;
You know their own existence, because You lived it as Your own.
You know how deeply their love is rooted in Your goodness and Your love;
How fondly their hearts sing praises, the love of Your Mercy now and forevermore.
You know that even the most cursed circumstance is destined to drive Your child deeper;
A work in progress; relentless to capture the heart of His beloved.
He is the master of artistry and design; He was and He is, Heaven on earth.
Divine perfection; His Holiness certain; Grace undeserved;
Your Love forever mine.