When hope disintegrates,
and dreams turn into ash
and homes and hearts
are robbed of laughter,
and joy is lost to tears,
love will last
through it all,
perfect, pure,
and healing
just as God intended.
And through love,
the birds will sing again,
and the hail winds shaking
your whole world will still,
and the beauty of life
will spill through
the clouds like golden rays;
for out of love,
hope will grow,
and when there's hope,
to nourish the soul,
dreams and happiness
will inevitably
blossom again.