Across the shimmering sands

Over endless miles of restless ocean

Atop the highest peaks of snow topped mountains

 There is love

 In the deepest caverns and atop the tallest buildings

In swiftest of rivers and the smallest mud puddles

In the hottest fires and on the coldest icebergs

There is love

Yet, our worlds are tossed about from point to point

Not a care, not a thought

So many fears so many worries

In the midst of busy streets

Across the roof tops

In our cellars in our beds we always seem to fight

Yet, there is love

Your love may be of money or clothes

 Or may be a fancy car or boat

But He loves us any way

When wrong is done and hate has its best

When fate seem to bash us and time is not on our side

When we cuss the neighbor for that old loud beater

Or the paper boy’s bicycle for its jingle, jingle

When at 5 a.m. you had just clambered into bed

Guess what, He still loves us

Love list a million ways

From the browsers of fine antiquities

To the beggars on the street

 And we can never seem to find time to be thankful

 Cause love is always right there

We forget the smells of the bakery and the site of the sunset

Or the luxuries on payday or the scraps from a feast

We all have our lovers; it is just that some have different feet.

So the next time you feel a loss of love

Take a look about you and see what you have lost

Surely you will see just one new love.