Your needs fall short because of one
Who failed to be, the man become
Husband, father, who failed you so
Be still daughter these things I know
Your heart of late has raged of fire
But not of mine, yours undesired
For mine does burn away the old
These things written, have been foretold
These things worldly such as this man
Will know his wrong to which he bands
My plans for you have better days
Foreseen by eyes and hands which raised
You above all circumstance
Be still and know of true romance
You I love as too your child
You this man who life defiles
These things will come to pass for I
Have heard your needs and desperate cries
Hunger comes but I shall feed
The emptiness and you who reads
Between these lines one wrote for you
This promise mine, to see you through