When you were not here with me,
As far as I can remember,
It is, very plain to see.
You were right beside me,
Leading me all the way,
Loving and forgiving me,
Each time that I would stray.
You picked me up, and dusted me off,
And placed me on my feet,
You put me on the right road,
So I would not know defeat.
When sickness overtook me,
And, my heart was filled with fear,
Your healing hand reached out to show me,
You were standing near,
And blessed Lord, I thank you,
For answering my prayers,
Always giving me much more,
To let me know you care.
Praise and honor, Heavenly Father,
I am blessed beyond compare,
With a joy and peace that comes,
From knowing you are always here.
Jeannette E. Smith
January 21, 2003
