Over the clear, pure waters of a natural spring – His hand is there.
Within the pinnacles and crags of each mountain – His gentle whisper is heard.
In the quiet of a desert – the turmoil of a sandstorm – He is the oasis that gives relief.
The wind can stir and be still at His command – fires and floods cannot consume Him.
The ocean offers no threat to Him, though waves rage and overpower others.
He knows my inner being. He can sense each pain in my heart. He feels my pain.
He has suffered with me and yet He has brought me peace in suffering.
He loves me with an enduring love unknown to man – perfect – without conditions.
He is my God – the Everlasting Father – the King of Grace.