Tarabrook
Though I dwindle I will stand,
Love has come & holds my hand,
I feel the warmth inside me rise,
this feeling reaches to the skies,
A feeling beyond what I've ever known,
The feeling of being loved & owned,
The gentle love of a soft caress,
The raging furious of a storm's duress,
He will never leave & never forsake,
You'll find me standing in his wake,
And drinking in his presence there,
I know His love is beyond compare...