Each is a very special day,
That You have given to me
And if I treat it wisely,
Your blessings I will see.
If daily I give thanks to You,
Praying at mornings early light
The day will be my blessed gift,
Given from You until the night.
Then once again with folded hands
I come to you in prayer
To be with me through out the night,
And keep me safely in Your care.
A truer friend, there is none!
In our hearts You do abide
Although we are unworthy,
For us, You lived and died.
Kentucky_Lady4
February 2002 |
