Feeling bad, he cheers me. Falling down, up, he picks me. I can’t go on, a push he gives me. I am so blessed to have thee.
He does not let a tree stand in his path. He climbs the highest mountain and does not slip. He walks the darkest, deepest valley and does not trip. I am so blessed to have thee.
Lost astray, he finds me. Sick he heals me. The cross of Calvary, he went for me. I am so blessed to have thee.
He walks the green meadows and does not move the grass. He walks the water to a boat, and sleeps fast. I am so blessed to have thee.
Who is he? A man, magic – no, course not. You know his name. All these ways you to have him, just the same. Jesus I believe, is the name.
–Dave Harlon
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