Someone way up high, above the sky, Someone, who for me, did not care.
And when I'd done wrong, I'd worry and fret, That God would strike me down dead,
'Til one day, my Sunday School teacher, Explained, in words, I will never forget.
He longs to hear from His dear little children,
And answers us when we pray."
She said, "He'll forgive us, if we just ask Him,
If by chance we have strayed,
He promised that He will be with us forever, so children, be not afraid."
He's walking beside me, He's holding my hand, and guiding me all the way.
And, If I falter, I know He'll forgive me, When down on my knees I pray,
I know God has blessed, my Sunday School teacher, for her explaination that day.
Jeannette E. Smith
April 27, 2002
