It was a long time ago, I was a girl 'bout 12 years old
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on my back staring up into the dark summer sky
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when I said, "God, tomorrow I can't see
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but I'll stick close to you if you'll stick close to me!"
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and that night I prayed "Keep me God! Keep me God."
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Now, I don't know just where God lives
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ain't all that sure just exactly who God is
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I don't know if there's a church
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that deserves to take God's name
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I just know that when I look around here I see
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the hand of someone or something
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that is bigger than me
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and I call that God
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and then I pray "Just, keep me God"
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I'm in a plane up in the sky
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A storm surrounds us as we fly
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and below, the big black ocean is all that I can see
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When all at once I realize: Don't really matter if I live or even if I die
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Just so long as you keep me God
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Now, when my days draw to an end
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and I've said goodbye to my family and friends
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When the tide that turns my life is standing still
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as I turn my final bend, I betcha I'm gonna be asking even then
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Keep me God, keep me God, keep me God
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Keep me God, keep me God, keep me God
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Keep Me God
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