My Child

Joyce C. Lock

 

 

 

Each time you come to me in prayer,
I rejoice to hear the sound of your voice.
Whenever you think on my name,
My heart doeth abundantly rejoice.

As oft as your heart bows to worship,
I hear a most wondrous melody.
It's as if all of heaven and earth
Are in a most perfect harmony.

When circumstance disallows
From the busyness of life,
Come share that time with me.
It's with you I want to abide.