One night, as my young child lay ill, I was praying over him. He was sleeping. As I was praying he folded his hands together and layed them on his chest, as if he were praying with me. I started, softly singing, "Falling, I just keep falling, falling in love with You, Jesus". As I was singing that line, a smile came to my child's face. Before the night was over, my son was feeling better and the song had been written.