From God

From God,

I am going to follow you through boughs of willows weeping.
Where the trail splits, and you take the one with rays of yellow golden dew.
But, I'll still follow even though the path is rough it leads straight to you.
It's the feeling of unknown gazing eyes that peer deep into you're soul.

I can feel you're prayers no matter where you go...

I am going to follow you through the red-berried holly shrubs.
Where the path gives the scents of where wild lilies stand and flow.
And the sun rarely peeks through, but they flourish white as snow.
Its like the spring in the winter, they're green with dozens of blooms.

I can feel you're touch, no matter how long or how soon...

I am going to follow you through the woods of redwood giants.
So old, the bark so thick and rich, like soaked pure of devotion.
When they die, and fall, they are saddened with respectful emotion.
They can see you through their wisdom, and gleaming brown eyes.

I can feel you from millions of passersby...

I am going to follow you to the nights of day, and the day of nights.
Where the oranges, pairs, and apples, all grow on one tree.
Like the sweetness of honey, and the swarming sting of bees.
But I will still follow you through thick and thin, to be by your side...

In the name of the father, you will never be left alone to cry.