Abide.

Like birds we flock to some new food,
Our bellies aching for new hope
We seek to find that which is good
This cannot simply be a rope

A fibrous string formed in a loop
To cease the endless ache of life,
Nor does our goodness form a hoop
For goals and works that are our tithe

Nay!

His grace gives us a life to live
His love is our most needed source
Of happiness and will to give
From what we have with no remorse

Abide in him till your life ends
He will sustain you to the end

nate.