A big black book in her small fragile hands
The words she read I was so young to understand
Between the thee’s and thous and verily’s
I watch my grandma live the truth in front of me
A little boy wakes from a dream in the night
Runs down the hall to where she left on the light
But I stopped when I saw her down on her knees
Where she prayed every night for me
In a whisper I heard
Jesus the keeper of this life
You are my refuge my savior my guide
Watch over this little one tonight
And guard his every footstep as he travels this life
And in some quit moment draw him to Your side
That he may come to know You Jesus
As the keeper of this life
Well thirty years have come and gone since that time
And I can still see my grandmas face in my little boy’s eyes
And you will find me tonight somewhere down on my knees
As I whisper a prayer that was once prayed for me
Jesus the keeper of this life
You are my refuge my savior my guide
Watch over my little girl tonight
And guard her every footstep as she travels this life
And in some quit moment draw her to Your side
That she may come to know You Jesus
As I have come to know You Jesus
As the keeper of this life
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