When you're feeling defeated by this world and it's cares, When you feel you can't go on, and no more you can bear, What a blessing to know, when clouds are blocking our view, My heavenly Father is thinking of you. Chorus Remember, my child, we are His very thoughts, If we could count them today they'd outnumber the sand. When you're feeling alone in this desolate land, Remember, my child, we are His very thoughts. We have to be prepared with the armor of God. Don't let your guard down as life's road you do trod, God's word tells us so clearly to be of good cheer. We're in His thoughts daily and never to fear. ( Chorus ) The signs all around tell us we're nearing the end. It's not going to be long, soon His Son He will send. My mind often wanders to the place that He's prepared; It started with a thought and soon we're going there. ( Chorus ) By Karen Cox
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