the time of singing has come!

If the Savior stood beside me, would I do the things I do?
Would I think of His commandments and try harder to be true?
Would I follow His example? Would I live more righteously,
If I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me?

If the Savior stood beside me, would I say the things I say?
Would my words be true and kind if He were never far away?
Would I try to share the gospel? Would I speak more reverently
If I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me?

If the Savior stood beside me, would my thoughts be clean and pure?
Would His presence give me strength and hope, and courage to endure?
Would His counsel guide my actions? Would I choose more worthily
If I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me?

He is always near me, though I do not see Him there
And because He loves me dearly, I am in His watchful care
So I'll be the kind of person that I know I'd like to be
If I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me.

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Forgot again about His presence.
If I had really remembered, I wouldn't have feel all these now.
But at times, I find it really hard to make sense of things. I thought writing works for me the way play therapy might work for kids. Yet, sometimes, even writing fails me.
I think it's another case whereby I can only remain silent. Just like Mary kept those things she saw about Jesus in her heart as He was growing up, so should I also simply keep these things in my heart. And simply let whatever it is pass; let time pass too.
At the end of the journey, I will have my answers.

Return to God, girl!
Keep going, move on.
He is waiting.

Hope to share the hymn with the younger ones some day.