No one cares as much as Jesus,
When the days are weary, long'
When your vision's only downward,
When your heart forgets it's song.
When the days are weary, long'
When your vision's only downward,
When your heart forgets it's song.
No one cares as much as Jesus,
When the pain, you scarcely bear,
Surges forward and engulfs you;
Drowning out your feeble prayer.
When the pain, you scarcely bear,
Surges forward and engulfs you;
Drowning out your feeble prayer.
No one cares as much as Jesus,
For "He careth for His own."
In the blackest hour of midnight,
He, alone, brings us to dawn.
For "He careth for His own."
In the blackest hour of midnight,
He, alone, brings us to dawn.
No one cares as much as Jesus,
Even those who love us dear.
Lift your face up towards God's Heaven.
He will hear and answer prayer!
Even those who love us dear.
Lift your face up towards God's Heaven.
He will hear and answer prayer!
© by Joan Clifton Costner
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