"Oh don’t cry, it may be fine in your eyes, but I’ll tell you why I think it’s a crime:
The One who keeps the sky up high, is on your side
You have this God standing by; ready to wipe the tears from your eyes
And all of this, without a sigh >
He’s guarding, to keep you alive……
Watching, so when you are blind……..
Listening, for when you ask “why?”………
And waiting, for your reply………
To His question: will you be mine?
This He does, for each of us….
Hoping to bring us above the sky
So don’t cry, you see, it’s like a crime. When you look to your side and see He stands by, your cares will surly subside."
Funny, 'cause I don't think it's a crime, but I couldn't find another word!
"He opens up our sight,
And flee He makes fright,
He helps us wrong to fight,
And makes our plight so bright……
He keeps our load so light
We feel to glide like kites
He fixes us up tight -
- Keeps us in the right……
- Brings us to His heights……
- And makes us pure as white……
……His name - is Jesus"
HAHA, that's fun when you read it right.
"Every morning, God’s grand mercies, once again do abound.
His special presence is one more time among us to be found.
In repeat, our praise shall sound…..
Something special, to the One who keeps us pure and holy among this sin-feigned ground,
Every morning brings hurts and worries, things it’s time to leave behind. Throw them in a mound before Him. He shall work them or He shall burn them, either way it’ll be just fine.
He makes a tower to crumble like flour, He’s the painter of the flower, now you consider His grand power. Every minute and every hour, take a moment to have His sweet take the place of your sour. Things in life will be a lot brighter, while your soul will seem so much lighter. And all along you will come to be tighter."