In the world's noisy clamor, promises cascade,
Like autumn leaves, they flutter, soon to fade,
Empty words, like fragile threads, we weave,
Yet God's promises, steadfast, never deceive.
In the chaos of human hopes, they sway,
Whispered vows, like mist, they fade away,
But in the realm of divine decree,
God's promises stand firm, eternally.
For worldly pledges, like sand, slip through our grasp,
Like fleeting dreams, they wither, in the past,
But God's promises, like mountains, rise,
Unshaken, enduring, under endless skies.
In the tapestry of time, we see the truth,
Human words are fleeting, full of youth,
Yet God's promises, a beacon in the night,
Guide us through darkness, with their radiant light.
So let the world make promises in vain,
For God's promises, an unbroken chain,
Anchoring our souls, in storms we sail,
In God's promises, we find the holy grail.