Right throughout the age
I have written every page
Knitted in your mother’s womb
On this earth I shall make room
From the start when time began
I blueprinted every plan
The salt of all the Earth
Rich in value and in worth
Whether near or whether far
Worthy masterpiece you are
When others pass you by
You’re the apple of my eye
When placed in any doubt
I shall not leave you without
In a dry and barren land
When you aim to understand
So beloved, precious gem
Touch my garment at the hem
Even when misunderstood
You partake in the priesthood
When you feel you don’t belong
Rise and sing a new song
In the storm beyond the shore
Whether rich or whether poor
With seeming endless miles
Through the test and through the trials
I am with you to the end
Trust in me, you can depend
Place your very faith in me
For you are my destiny
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©