Lyrical Riffs We are born. We cry. We fill nappies and drink milk.
His love, his kindness, his caring presence is always with us.
We grow. We struggle. We learn. We tumble.
His love, his kindness, his caring presence is always with us.
We throw food. And tantrums. And opinions. And plans.
We get hormones. And shape. And strength. And ideas.
His love, his kindness, his caring presence is always with us.
We work. We skive. We play. We sleep. We think. We do.
We hurt. We lose things. We wonder what happened. We break.
His love, his kindness, his caring presence is always with us.
We question. We shout. We laugh. We mutter. We whisper.
We wonder if we are normal, we try to fit in, we have good days and bad.
His love, his kindness, his caring presence is always with us.
We lose games. We lose people. We lose our way. We lose in life.
We have good times. We have bad. We have both together.
We are quiet. We are noisy. We long for friends. We want to be alone.
We worship, we sing, we pray, we cry out, we rant, we smile, we frown.
His love, his kindness, his caring presence is always with us.
We discover God’s love, we lose sight of it again.
We feel God loves us, then we don’t, then we hope he does.
We hold onto our Creator, we have nowhere else, no one like him.
We push him away, we run back, we escape, we limp home.
His love, his kindness, his caring presence is always with us.
We don’t understand him, we wish we did.
We keep on, walking, wheeling, limping, running, shuffling.
We love him, and our love is often small, big, weak, empty, guarded,
full, dedicated, compromised, strong, distracted, embarrassing, limited,
powerful, shallow, exuberant, lacking, unique, unusual, precious.
His love, his kindness, his caring presence is always with us.
Psalm 136
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