I have a Maker
He formed my heart.
Before even time began,
My life was in His hand
He knows my name.
He knows my every thought.
He sees each tear that falls
And hears me when I call.
I have a Father.
He calls me His own.
He’ll never leave me,
No matter where I go.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
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