When life makes me feel small and low,
And bitter winds of sorrow blow,
I stop and think of Jesus’ care,
And feel Jehovah’s love right there.
He saw the crowds in tears and pain,
Ignored by men, their hearts in strain.
He taught them gently, healed their cries,
And showed they’re precious in God’s eyes.
I’m precious in Jehovah’s eyes,
No lie or loss can steal that prize.
His whisper calms the winds that blow,
My faith stands firm—He loves me so.
The woman trembling, filled with fear,
Reached out in faith, her hope drew near.
He called her “daughter” in reply,
And gave her peace that money can’t buy.
The broken souls the world forgets,
Are ones Jehovah never lets.
He lifts them up where love redeems,
And fills their hearts with hopeful dreams.
I’m precious in Jehovah’s eyes,
No lie or loss can steal that prize.
His whisper calms the winds that blow,
My faith stands firm—He loves me so.
When pain or weakness clouds my view,
Jehovah’s love still carries through.
He tells my heart, “You’re worth the cost,
No faithful one is ever lost.”
Mary once bound by demons seven,
Found peace beneath the care of heaven.
From ash to joy, her song would rise,
For she was precious in God’s eyes.
I’m precious in Jehovah’s eyes,
No lie or loss can steal that prize.
His whisper calms the winds that blow,
My faith stands firm—He loves me so.
Young Lidia cried from cruel disdain,
But faithful truth restored her again.
Now love from friends so warm and wise,
Convinced her she’s of highest prize.
Like Daniel worn, yet still in prayer,
Jehovah sent an angel there.
“Beloved one,” the message came,
And still today it speaks the same.
I’m precious in Jehovah’s eyes,
No lie or loss can steal that prize.
His whisper calms the winds that blow,
My faith stands firm—He loves me so.
When I feel weak or cast aside,
Jehovah holds me, arms open wide.
Through kind words shared and gentle tone,
He says, “You’ll never stand alone.”
So I will walk with lifted face,
Embraced by mercy, love, and grace.
For every soul that serves and tries,
Is precious still in heaven’s eyes.
I’m precious in Jehovah’s eyes,
No lie or loss can steal that prize.
His whisper calms the winds that blow,
My faith stands firm—He loves me so.
He knows each tear that falls in pain,
He counts them all like drops of rain.
When dark clouds hide my hopeful skies,
His light reminds—He hears my cries.
I’m precious in Jehovah’s eyes,
No lie or loss can steal that prize.
His whisper calms the winds that blow,
My faith stands firm—He loves me so.
I’m precious in Jehovah’s eyes,
No lie or loss can steal that prize.
His whisper calms the winds that blow,
My faith stands firm—He loves me so.
His whisper calms the winds that blow,
My faith stands firm—He loves me so.
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