| Apple of My Eye |
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I had been reading my Bible; Psalms, chapter seventeen. I smiled when I read verse eight, The prettiest verse I'd ever seen. "Keep me as the apple of Your eye. Hide me in the shadow of Thy wings." Thus, David prayed unto the Lord As, through his Psalms, he'd sing. Oh, how happy I would be If Jesus said to me, "My child, You're the apple of my eye. You fill my heart with such glee." I imagine, when I get to Heaven, Jesus will meet me; wait and see. I'll say, "You're the apple of my eye." He'll say, "The truth just set you free!" |
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