God’s Love Never Fails
A little tired, slow to see…
Hardened hearts, from bitter to sweet,
Our voices rise and meet;
Softening—where new life starts.
We stand and sing the words we’ve known,
Yet feel them deeper, now our own;
What once was said now comes to be,
A truth made plain within me.
No thunder speaks, no sign above,
Yet I am overcome with joy;
For in that moment, quietly,
He hath dealt bountifully with me—
No longer poor, no longer alone,
Held by a love that never fails.

