Painful dips, elating highs, slow, boring plateaus...
The force sways you, the falls could break steel, but they don't break you.
Oscillation of covenant love.
Powerful strides of progress,
Seemingly shameful backward steps, the center remains.
When the winds find new route, and the storms new ground,
Back to center as was intended, the ball goes.
The sweet sway from reckless motions.
The constant trust from doubtful years.
Swinging to the rhythm of angels' song
Just as was back in Eden, when they were blind to their nakedness
Covenant love was tender, covenant love was pure
Back to center each wave, back to center each oscillation.
Covenant love.
