It is as ancient as the stones, yet fresh as morning dew;
as strong as brimming full moon tide, but faint as dawn’s first light….
a wave, a ram, a wild unbroken horse, a lion who does prowl…a force beyond remorse-
a lamb, a rose, a young dove’s perfect wing…a tender shoot, a sprout of hopeful spring.
It reaches past the ages, created yet creating, it leaves the kindred call.
It is a chain of many links, a tree with branches tall, a prison with its freedoms, a refuge for a fall.
It is a heart of pain forgiven, a toil of hardship’s trust: his love for his beloved; her redeemer’s loyal call.
Two mountains tied together, transformed at Cana’s wedding, His love abideth all.
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