You heard me,
when I whispered softly;
You held me,
as I wept loudly;
You love me,
despite me,
despite me.

I lift up my gaze to the sky.
Where does my help come from...
when I cry?
My help comes from my Lord and my God.
Who will not allow slumber to make His head nod.
He is my Protector.
My Knight in shining armour.
On my weakest side,
where I am most vulnerable.
The sun by day will not burn me,
and the moon will not strike me down.
The Lord will keep me safe
from all evil and harm,
as He watches over my life
and keeps me in the storm.
He will watch over me when I
walk out the door,
and when I come back home.
I lift up my gaze to the sky,
where does my help come from?
From the Lord, the Great and Mighty,
Creator of Heaven and Earth.
He is the reason I can walk free from fear.
For He is my Helper.
Who is ever near.

My Savior, my Father
My hope for eternity
All joy is in you
My faith is in you
Greatest and awesome God
My joy is the thought that you
Are the Lord of this world
Creating, restoring and watching
Everything there is about us
Soaring through the universe
With mighty wonders to perform
The Lord of all creation and here
On earth we praise you
Gracious of all we need you
Your power is the way you rule
With love and mercy to be near us
My Savior, my Father
My hope and trust is beauty for you
Showing me the way to live and be
Worthy of you every day
My Savior, my Father
Brings overwhelming peace
With more than I deserve oh, Lord
You quiet restlessness within me
Comforting and holding me
To gaze upon the glory of your radiance
Believing in you my Savior, my Father
To come and worship where you are

                      BY:  Leona Chaput

Darkness becomes Light,
when Christ is within my sight.
Fear is transformed into faith,
when I see He is powerful and great.
Bitterness evaporates,
making way for forgiveness,
when I consider my Lord's words
as He hung on the Cross...
"Father, forgive them..."

Weakness converts to confident strength,
as I abide in His love...
its depth and its length.
Complaint is silenced,
and gratitude is hammered into my soul,
as I see more of the only One
who can make me whole.

Jesus.
Jesus.
You turn my sorrow into joy and singing,
as I realize I am complete in You.
Oh, Lover of my soul,
who is faithful
and true.

Oh, my Father in Heaven
Guarding me from all perils and trials  
And sets my heart free of all clutter
For you, my songs of praise, I reserve

All my life, I shall sing
Without fail, in bloom or gloom
On every unfolding day
Through months and years
Till death and beyond
Let my songs sail across the skies
And with the chorus of the heavenly band, unite

Oh, the benevolent Lord of all creation
Custodian of all wealth
Contriver of birth and death
The Master Crafts man
Everything is your handiwork.

The lofty mounts
Veiled in misty snow
The verdant dales
Lush and still
The fathomless deep
Where mysteries peep
All the flowers
That bloom and wither
All things
Bright and beautiful
Everything, above and below
In all,
Let me behold thy grace
And sing Thee praise!

Oh! Redeemer of Mankind
Guide me through the dark
Guard my steps where dangers lurk
Hold my hand
And never loosen your grip

Make me face the light
Illumine me with wisdom serene
And fill me with love divine;
So that you be glorified
Here, on Earth
And in Heaven be!