Help from Above
Here I sit in the sand
on an unfamiliar piece of land
The loneliness is kicking in
the feeling I believe is because of my sin
The reason why, I do not know
but memories of my childhood come and go.
My mother once told me to never fear
Because the Great One above is always near.
He is there during the day
when I can't find somewhere to lay.
He is there during the night
when I have lost all my sight.
He is there when I'm feeling famished
and through His Grace he gives me a lamb dish.
He is as graceful as a white dove
He is my help from above.
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