The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3: 22-23 (KJV)

O Savior’s grace, a golden tide unfurls,
Glorious, generous, fresh with every dawn,
A mercy gleams, like sunrise strung with pearls,
Cross-won, it gifts what flesh could ne’er have drawn.
Hope springs alive, unquenched, beyond our grasp,
Love stands firm, a fortress none can breach—
Perpetual, unshaken, ironclad clasp,
Imperishable light in endless reach.

This mercy shines, a diamond forged in skies,
No fiend can mar its gleam or crack its core,
A shimmering shield where demonic shadows die,
Its brilliance holds, unyielding evermore.
Rejoice, redeemed, as morn unveils its hue,
A kaleidoscope of regal colors streams,
God’s Triune mercy drapes us, rich and new,
A heavenly veil stitched with celestial beams.