When I Think All Is Forgotten Sunday, November 30, 2008 - 8:29 AM

Precious Lord, when I think all is forgotten, You reach down, and touch my very soul, When I am in the deepest valley, Your presence, is there, And makes me whole. I come into Your presence with thanksgiving, I enter Your courts with praise, when I realize, Your holiness, surrounds me, All I can do is fall at Your feet, and cry out Your name, then I hear You softly say, weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning, draw nigh to Me, my child, this day. So I lift my eyes to the One I adore, from whence cometh my help, And I taste, and see, that the Lord is good, He's the Prince of Peace, Almighty God, is He, Who called me, from bondage, and pain, all glory, to the King of kings, Oh, He's the One, that set me free. Precious Lord, You never forget me, daily You call my name, There's never a child, You neglect, or walk away, ever mindful, in all of Your ways, and I'm amazed, at the wonder of it all, each child important, when they've heard, and accepted Your call. Lisa Beth Jenkins Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved