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...
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