Amma Mage Obamai Piyanani

Constantly, unceasingly, I felt your love..
You are my mother, my Father too, unceasingly…
Smiling in the midst of the flowing tears, unceasingly..
Lovingly, you held me in your embrace, unceasingly..
On the days I did not have you, I felt the loneliness, unceasingly…

My heart broke with pain, time and again,
pleading for your love, I wept, over and over
I bore life’s sorrow in secret, unceasingly…
With such love, your word came to me, softly, gently..
Constantly, unceasingly, I felt your love..

This is a tender hymn about a love that never lets up, and the word that runs through every line is “unceasingly.” It insists that God’s love is not occasional or conditional but “constant,” felt again and again without pause. And it reaches for the most complete image of parental love it can find: “you are my mother, my Father too.” God is both, the tenderness of a mother and the strength of a father, gathered into one endless affection.

The most affecting phrase is “smiling in the midst of the flowing tears.” This love is not one that only appears in good times; it is present, and even smiling, right in the middle of weeping, holding the singer “in your embrace.” And it is a love whose absence is deeply felt: “on the days I did not have you, I felt the loneliness.” When it seemed far, its lack ached.

The second verse is honest about how hard life has been, “my heart broke with pain, time and again,” “I bore life’s sorrow in secret.” Yet even through all of it, the love kept coming: “pleading for your love, I wept, over and over,” and the answer arrived gently, “with such love, your word came to me, softly.” What the listener is left with is the comfort of an unfailing, parent-like love that stays through every tear and every lonely day, a God who is mother and father at once, whose love is felt, quietly and constantly, no matter what.