A big, black book In her small fragile hands The words she read I was too young to understand Between the Thee's and Thou's And the Verilies I watched my Grandma live the truth In front of me A little boy wakes From a dream in the night Runs down the hall To where she left on the light But I stopped when I saw her Down on her knees Where she prayed every night for me In a whisper, I heard Jesus, Keeper of this life You are my Refuge, my Savior, my Guide Watch over this little on tonight And guard his every footstep As he travels this lie In some quiet moment Draw him to Your side That he may come to know You Jesus As the Keeper of this Life Twenty years have come And gone since that time And I can still see my Grandma's face In my little boy's eyes You will find me tonight Somewhere down on my knees As I whisper a prayer That was once prayed for me Jesus, Keeper of this life You are my Refuge, my Savior, my Guide Watch over this little on tonight And guard his every footstep As he travels this lie In some quiet moment Draw him to Your side That he may come to know You Jesus As the Keeper of this Life