APPLE OF HIS EYE

My father looks with tenderness from his heavenly throne

Is so glad He gave his life for one He calls his own

For now I have the chance to show, in vain He did not die

As I live my life for him, the apple of his eye.

Each of us makes mistakes, of that you can be sure

But Jesus, as a loving father would, lets His grace endure

Teaching me with patient words when what I do is wrong

Then, when I somehow get it right, He gives my heart a song.

He has the knack of showing up just when I need him most

But my brothers and sisters, too, say, He's always at his post

Making each and every moment feel it has all his attention

The way he makes one feel is far too great to mention.

When I'm with Jesus in my room or riding in my car

I feel his presence with me and my cares so very far

He wraps me in his loving arms and I once more give a sigh

Just to know he loves me best; I'm the apple of His eye.