Jesuschristforever

I had been to my dream on a seacoast with my master, And the traces of my life were outlined behind us: Two pair footprint on the coastal sand, As he was going out with me there always. But as I played it back on the end of the road, Here -the trace of only a couple of feet showed there, Just was heavy where my life is tried, My fate stepparent. I turned to the lord with a startled question: When I put my life into your hand, and your follower joined my master, you promised it, you never leave me, you will be all day there with me. And played back through the heaviest road, most painful days now I do not see the trace of your hol

My child You may not know me, but I know everything about you. I know when you sit down and when you rise up. I am familiar with all your ways. Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. For you were made in my image. In me you live and move and have your being. For you are my offspring. I knew you even before you were conceived. I chose you when I planned creation. You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book. I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. I knit you together in your mother's womb. And brought you forth on the day