Somebody Up There Likes Me

Somebody up there likes me;
He sees me through each day
I could not live without him;
He hears me when I pray.
My wish is just to serve him,
witnessing all the way,
For he gave his life to save us
from sins we do each day.
We know he is our saviour
For he died that painful way.
Somebody up there likes me,
because I know the Way.

by Barbara McMorrine

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