Watch Over Me

Oh Lord, today I’m not as well

As I would like to be.
I’m fighting off a mean old cold,
But I can’t quite shake free.
I’m sorry that today my praise
Is inane and paltry,
But I’m grateful that won’t stop You
From watching over me.
 
For Your love is not based upon
My skill at poetry
Or even on my follow through
With each daily ditty.
If I were not to write again
Your love would always be
The one thing I could still count on
To keep watch over me.
 
Psalm 121:3
He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber;