God Is Good All the Time

When I was three, away with my parents I went My memories that day linger and pieces somehow spent One thing I remember while so young and innocent In that back seat of the car riding so quiet Was the presence of the sun in the sky How it followed the car as we would drive As I would look and it was still there, as if to answer I thought of how special I must be, for it to travel Years have gone by and my spirituality has encountered many things What God does give us, the things He brings Jesus is the lamb that was slain, the King For God is good all the time...