In the quest for God's love, a journey deep and true, Never satisfied, yet seeking, in hearts both old and new. Where to seek among the meek, in whispers soft and mild? In humble souls and gentle hearts, where grace is reconciled.
Amidst the quiet valleys and the shadows of the hill, In the laughter of the children, in the song of the whippoorwill. In acts of kindness, simple gestures, and words of tender care, God's love resides, ever-present, for those who seek it there.
In the touch of a stranger's hand, in the warmth of a friend's embrace, In the tears of joy and sorrow, in every sacred space. For God's love knows no boundaries, it's boundless as the sea, And in the hearts of the meek, it finds its sanctuary.
So seek not in grandeur or in riches vast and grand, But in the quiet moments, in the touch of a helping hand. For God's love is ever-present, in the meek and lowly soul, In every act of kindness, in every heart made whole.
