Light Over My Head

There is a light over my head it follows me wherever I go, that light is Jesus. I know it's there for I feel His presence, His hand covers me, to protect and shield me. Someday I'll reach glory land, walk those streets of gold and sit down with the Saints of old and talk shop with them, like I never did in church. Listening to old Jonah telling me about his time spent in the belly of the great fish. How little David felt when he was out there facing the giant Goliath. Oh what a time! it will be and I thank my Jesus, for His light over me and for my salvation He gave freely. wrote 9-16--08