I’ll be the kind of person that I know I’d like to be if I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me.
If I plant seeds of faith, of honor and truth, what a beautiful harvest I’ll reap.
In the Master’s voice, they heard the power that framed the heavens; The peace that stilled the tempest; The love that saves us all.
Lord who seeks the straying down the years, across the miles, Make of me a miracle for someone’s wandering child.
He speaks to me in quiet ways that fill my soul with peace; And if listen with my heart, I hear the Savior’s voice.
I always marvel at how just how much our Savior accomplished during what was really a very short ministry. Much may be done if we use our moments well.
I can give a greater gift than any earthly gem; For all my heart and all my love will be my gift to Him.
The Spirit bears Him witness; This is how I know.
To those whose noble names I bear, whose light within me burns; To them in gratitude shall my heart be turned.
He knows His creations, where e’er they may be; Because He loves them so, I know He loves me.
Earthly fathers have a powerful influence on the way their children feel about their Heavenly Father.
Though I did not see him calm the raging seas, His hand has calmed my troubled heart and I believe.
I come to him like the blind and lame; Seeking his mercy to quiet my pain.
The old familiar hymn reset in 6/8 meter, at a quick tempo, with a flute intro and obbligato for the last verse,
This whimsical little piece is an upbeat, rather breathless setting of the words of Francis of Assisi, with a few additions of my own.