The Eyes Of Jesus
Some times it seems God’s a million miles away
Too busy for a creature such as I
And then I think of how He sees each sparrow fall
I call on Him and find that He is nigh
The eyes of Jesus are upon each footstep that I take
His ears are always open when I pray
His hands are always there to help me lift my heavy load
His heart is broken every time I stray.
In valleys low I look toward the mountains high
And praise the Lord that caused this world to be.
To think that God so great holds me safe within His arms
What love that He should ever care for me.