Constancy

The moon rises up every night

And slips across the sky
Though I may not see it up there,
I know it’s on the fly.
 
The ocean moves to the rhythm
Of the moon’s ebbs and flows.
It rises and it falls again
As the moon comes and goes.
 
The mountains reach up for the stars
Rivers run to the sea,
And both can be counted upon
To be what they should be.
 
With all the chaos in my life,
The inconsistency,
I’m grateful for the constancy
That You have given me.
 
The sun and moon, the mountains rise,
The rolling of the sea,
And, most of all, the changeless love
That You keep giving me.