Whenever trouble comes my way,
Crouching ever nearer,I look past it and see your face,
Shining that much clearer.
I don’t know if fear clears my sight,
Or if, knowing it’s there,
You make yourself more visible,
That I won’t doubt your care.
Whichever, Lord, the case may be,
Please know I’m glad to see
Your loving face, when I’m most lost,
Still watching over me.
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