While out walking in the wild,
Love met me, talking to my woe.
Answered strong, deep, and cheery
In a language I didn’t know.

Yet through my veins, those words did ponder,
Racing madly around my heart,
Till who I thought I was did wonder
At the beauty this thing did start.

Worries, we all, thereof have many,
Cede them to a grateful God,
For in this gift, you give up plenty,
Creating the place for Love new to start.