Dreams grow cold and fade away.
While things made by hand stale.
Yet, who is like the Lord?
Whose love will never fail.

Friends may come and go.
While health can slow decay.
Yet, who is like the Lord?
Who made the very day.

Time moves into the dark.
And soon we are forgotten.
Yet, who is like the Lord?
God's only Son begotten.
               
M J Flack