1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber,
I am looking up. I am crying out. I am putting on the garment of praise for the heaviness. I want to trade this mourning for the joy of the Lord.
Mostly I want the kids to understand these things. That their help is in the steady hands of their loving Father in Heaven. I know He hears my hearts prayer, it’s agonizing cry. Comfort them Father, help them to grow.