After All

The Light,
So magical
In its morning beauty,
Has lost none
Of its Luster:

The River,
Which flows
Through past ages,
Has not dried-up
In the sands of time:

The Fire,
That blazed so clear,
As life itself,
Has not died
Down to ashes:

The Living God,
In all His majesty,
Is still our refuge;
As He has spoken it;
So it will be.