I spied my love fast stealing,
from the reaches of her heart
and hastened to it boldly,
sure to overcome it's start;
But, lo! It did elude me,
determined to depart.
Then came her love, pursuing
through our vale of agony,
O'er the walls of hopelessness,
with calm necessity.
Dear Lord, her love recaptured mine
and joy returned to me.
Holding on to a faltering love is never easy.---1958