All Glory To Our Heavenly Father

There really is no others The one that cares to show Directing our hearts on where they shall go Provided a fresh start Caressed by my heart Honored Jesus Christ Who has blessed our lives Together we climb the hill Worked his skills When I was a child It was no effort to smile Kept as a good friend around Spoke to him often knowing he blessed my feet that touch the ground No surprise I was never forgotten His arms always remain open Filled with affection Guided through the world imperfections Took no persuasion Rose to the occassion