Right throughout the age

I have written every page



Knitted in your mother’s womb

On this earth I shall make room



From the start when time began

I blueprinted every plan



The salt of all the Earth

Rich in value and in worth



Whether near or whether far

Worthy masterpiece you are



When others pass you by

You’re the apple of my eye



When placed in any doubt

I shall not leave you without



In a dry and barren land

When you aim to understand



So beloved, precious gem

Touch my garment at the hem





Even when misunderstood

You partake in the priesthood



When you feel you don’t belong

Rise and sing a new song



In the storm beyond the shore

Whether rich or whether poor



With seeming endless miles

Through the test and through the trials



I am with you to the end

Trust in me, you can depend



Place your very faith in me

For you are my destiny



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©