ever feel that someone’s minding you
ever feel, though without proof, it’s true
that when the cards are dealt each day anew
someone’s pulled an ace to guard your two
I wish to say that Jesus is my friend
now some would say our talking is pretend
but someone always seems to grab my hand
and I reckon he’s the one to understand
the best of times, the worst of it as well
a man who’s known of heaven earth and hell
and loves the souls he meets along the way
I am a son who once called night the day
ever feel a robin near your shoulder
you look, it’s gone, but something took you over
perhaps a loved one, extra guardian angel
a soul who passed when their hand rocked your manger
ever pray for someone you don’t know
heaven knows the seeds that love can sow
for many people offered prayers for me
as if they were the branches of my tree
my branches spread, my cup may soon run over
and if it don’t I’ll always have a shoulder
to take the weight of other people’s boulders
since asking Jesus once to tide me over
tonight I ask him if he’s doing ok
I am fine, don’t need much help today
I think he wants me just to keep on trying
for others in my life, my job to mind them