Times,

I hear You tell me this morning,
"My love is over, it's underneath,
it's inside, it's in between.
The times you doubt Me, when you can't feel,
the times that you question, 'Is this for real?'
The times you're broken, the times that you mend,
the times that you hate Me, and the times that you bend.
Well, My love is over, it's underneath,
it's inside, it's in between.
These times you're healing, and when your heart breaks,
the times that you feel like you're falling from grace;
the times you're hurting,
the times that you heal,
the times you go hungry, and are tempted to steal;
the times of confusion, in chaos and pain:
I'm there in your sorrow, under the weight of your shame,
I'm there through your heartache,
I'm there in the storm,
My love I will keep you, by My pow'r alone. I don't care where you fall, or where you have been,
I'll never forsake you, My love never ends...
It never ends."

(Tenth Avenue North, Times)

Please show me this in more than words today, Father.
Please.