“Music: Because I Am a Child of God,” Friend, Oct. 2015, 31
It doesn’t really matter if I’m short or if I’m tall,
Or if I like to sing or read a book or throw a ball,
No matter if I finish first or if I trip and fall,
I know I’m loved because I am a child of God.
Whenever thunder crashes and the wind goes howling by,
Or when a bully threatens me or teardrops fill my eye,
Before my fear starts growing, I still know just what to try.
I always pray because I am a child of God.
If ever I should want to be dishonest or unkind,
Or things that are not good or true begin to cloud my mind,
I listen for the voice that brings the peace I need to find.
I think of Him because I am a child of God.
A child of God. He watches night and day.
He cheers me on, and hears me when I pray.
No matter what, I won’t give up. I’ll listen and obey.
I’ll choose the right because I am a child of God.