For my sweet Leah whose trials have been many. May this blessing always hold you close and bring comfort to the weariness of your loving soul, and always…always know that I love you more and more each passing day. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

A Child Of The King

I stand over thee in the night; I guard thy sleep.

Ever watchful is my eye; your soul do I keep.

Has not thy heart ever felt my soft and gentle rush?

Has not thy spirit known the sweetness of my touch?

I am with thee; I will never part from your side.

I Am who I Am and for you I gave of my own life.

So fear not this valley in which thine eyes fail to see.

Fear not the shallow darkness; you are a child of the King.

You my child will always be the words which fall from my lips.

Your worries; your sorrows; your inner most cries.

They shall not weary thee no more; for I with you shall always abide.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/7/08