Product of Design
I am a product of design,
to withstand as a mighty pine.
My calling is to be a saint.
My job: to serve and not to faint.
I'm guided by my Masters' strong hand.
He leads me safely throughout this land.
He watches over me as I sleep,
and shelters me in love when I weep.
My loving Father gives all I need,
and so to His call I must take heed.
Like a blanket, His love covers me,
and protects me from all harm to be.
One day at the Eastern gate we'll meet,
forever to bow at His scarred feet.
One day I'll rest by the Crystal Sea,
and then to sing praises full of glee.
Copyright © Roberta Walkingstick | Year Posted 2011
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