I am the apple of my "Daddy's" eye,

  His arms, like billows of clouds in the sky,

Envelop my soul with His love and His smile,

  My journey begins with His strength, all the while.

I climb my "great mountain". . .His praises extol,

  He lifts through the valleys to accomplish His goal.

Then I, as "His child" remain quiet and still. . .

  Listen within, and respond to "His Will".

                                (c) Priscilla Wyatt