Falling From Thine

Sometimes my life seems to crumble around me
Sometimes the ocean seems almost to drown me.
Sometimes I could claim not a cloud in the sky.
A stary night, a twinkle in my eye.
Sometimes it's great - but there's often changes.
All this recorded, it's here in the pages.
What I need is love, the purest of kind.
And it comes from heaven, falling from Thine.