Oh weary one, remember what I said -

 I've counted every hair upon your head;

 and if I know you in such detail, 

 if I've seen you rise and I've seen you fail,

 if I see a small sparrow fall to the ground and die,

 will I not notice you much more, oh apple of My eye?

Will I not care for you with more zeal,

 than I care for the lilies of the field?

I will clothe your nakedness, 

 for this I do confess -

 You are beautiful My child!

I cannot love you less

 than any other in My vast creation. 

You are My crowning joy,

 My eternal celebration!

I will wipe every tear from your eye

 as you join Me in the sky

  together we'll fly

    where pain and sorrow 

      cannot

        draw

          nigh.