I‘d sing this anthem from my soul
The title means, “God thinks on me”
Though I may not ever know as I stroll
Upon earth or ride the tide of the sea
There are much of the unseen seen
Benign or malignant each in its kind
Yet, in every single passing scene
He plans inexplicably for my wellbeing
Even if the world around sings a requiem
He sees me through the fire of the furnace
That I indeed speak out, Chinechere m!
Oh what a foretaste of peace and grace
When anxiety stares and jeers in the morn
And uncertainty from one end to another
I weep like a child in loneliness and mourn
But then, I see your hand on my shoulder!
Father I appreciate your thinking on me
For the unseen sun at night is not a naught
Never; nor your invisibility must I see
To believe the much I really ought!