Haba na Haba

Little by little,
Bit by bit,
Old things will crumble,
And new ones will knit.

The new things strengthen,
And grow over time.
Pieces fall together,
With neither reason nor rhyme.

The old things fade away,
And request more and more space,
But no matter where they go,
They still have a place.

They wilt and they wither,
They stop and they pass,
But never believe, shall I,
That they might be the last.

They may seem too broken,
Too far past repair,
And their absence will linger,
And lead to despair.

Yet never surrender,
And never give up,
For God’s grace is unending,
A forever full cup.

He’ll lead and He’ll guide us,
And make old things new,
Then they, too, shall strengthen,
And forever hold true.