Something to remember the seasons we were in, as well as the constancy and steadfastness of he who neither changes nor flickers.
in autumn the world is at perpetual golden hour
but still, the turning earth -
its darkening days, its distinctly colder winds;
our coming of age
in our world, perpetual seems the opposite description
but still, quietness and trust that is our strength -
his steadfast love, his unending mercies;
our lips utter, sometimes in silence
bless the Lord, bless the Lord.
perpetual hope, perpetual peace,
love and light that will guide our days;
grace that blows all fear away.