HEAVEN WATCHES OVER THEE

Iam Thine O Lord

Through the raging winds and storms
And through the narrow roads
And through the harrowing paths of life
Dear Lord you still leadeth me.

You are my signet ring, you tell me
You are the apply of my eye, you tell me
You are safe in the palm of my hands, you tell me
He never slumber's or sleep's, you tell me

Why then Dear Lord, the road never ends,
I cried.
He only whispered,
Because Iam still working on you.
Only a broken bread gets fed.

Sophia .D