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My heart looks upward into the sky
Towards your sweet heavenly abode
For I think of you so much every day
Thanking you Lord for saving my soul

I will always reflect on where I once was
And the road in which my life did stride
Until that day I elected to follow you
For that welcome promise, I will never die

Without You, my life would still be empty
Still chasing worldly desires without end
I still would be locked in a losing race
Held captive by worldly desire and sin

All it took was one breathtaking moment
Where I laid myself beneath your feet
Crying from my deep pain and sorrow
That my broken soul you would keep

For what is life without your true blessing
What is my heart without your tender love
Where would I be each day in this my life
Without your salvation and grace from above.

Psalm 121: 1-8
A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from? My
help comes from the Lord, the Maker
of heaven and earth. He will not
let your foot slip—he who watches
over you will not slumber; indeed,
he who watches over Israel will
neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord
watches over you—the Lord is your
shade at your right hand; the sun
will not harm you by day, nor the
moon by night. The Lord will keep
you from all harm—he will watch
over your life; the Lord will watch
over your coming and going both
now and forevermore.
Wendell A. Brown,
Photo Credit,
James ‘Bo’ Insogna