the eb, the flow, the touch

Hope is Love’s nearest companion
All things are within its gaze
Knows the truth and believes
No need for a puppeteer
Your heart is held with care
Ransomed by the highest

Hearts seek the rhythm
The ebb, the flow, the touch
Known before there were words

Hope takes Faith’s hand
Strengthens it to stand
By Love’s side
All is open to this
The three-fold-cord
The way out of the pit

Hearts seek the rhythm
The ebb, the flow, the touch
Known before there were words

Faith teaches the Heart to see
Love that is pure needs time
Secrets it away within to wind
Its way through the darkness
Tilling the ground bringing
Its fruits in their seasons

Hearts seek the rhythm
The ebb, the flow, the touch
Known before there were words