for the fears that overwhelm . . .
There is a throne.
For mistakes we can’t forget,
and the sins that still beset . . .
We have a Lamb.
For our lost and lonely hearts,
for our gnarled and tangled paths . . .
We have a Shepherd.
For our dry and listless souls,
and our thirst for being whole . . .
We have a Stream.
For regret and ravaged years,
for all sweet and bitter tears . . .
We have a Father.
For treks through burning sands,
To our home in promised lands,
This hope till all is done:
Our God the three-in-one.