the letter

Steve Green

My child, I pray youââ?¬â?¢ll listen to a thing I must confess, youââ?¬â?¢ve been a treasure buried deep within my busyness. You were not born into this world to live an orphanââ?¬â?¢s life, and by Godââ?¬â?¢s grace I long to make it right.
CHORUS
Your lifeââ?¬â?¢s a living letter thatââ?¬â?¢s a sacred certainty. A poem of perfect praise, thatââ?¬â?¢s what I hope you will be. Itââ?¬â?¢s all you were and all you are and all youââ?¬â?¢ll ever be. Your lifeââ?¬â?¢s a letter written there by me. (Your lifeââ?¬â?¢s a letter written there by me.
Day by day I write across the pages of your life some sentences of kindness and some paragraph of light. May they be words of love and words of hope not words of dark despair, for on your soul the world will read them there.