Tongue tied, nerves as big as boulders Why Mom, I thought I was your soldier My brother sits by me Buckled into the carseat Feel the thirst, it's time for pulling over Into the truckstop on my daddy's shoulder Out back where they plant all the trees ten feet away my daddy buries me GOD'S PRESENTS If my path be smooth or rugged If with thorns or roses strewn Where I go the Father seeith And He will leave me not alone If I take the wings of morning far within the giant sea Even there His hand will leave me Even there my God will be Though the gloom of night be round me Though I cannot see my way Yet the Lord will see and guide me Because unto Him the night is day If my thought are good or evil Set me think to hide them not there is one above all seeing And He beholdth every thought And ever more my eyes beholds me And all my ways to Him are known And His loving arms enfolds me He will leave me not alone God's Presents was written by Blanche Bridge on February 11, 1884