Take hold of His hand

baby hand


It’s one thing to hear about Jesus

It’s another to read of Him

But an all a different thing to know Him;

To experience Him and dwell in His presence

Nothing is worthy than His hand to hold


Why does the world reject such a friend?

Why do we fight to ignore His call?

I ask this yet I know not to know

I was there, hidden in blindness

But since I held his hand, I can’t let go


This is a call from a tender soul

A heart that cries for her siblings

Seeking that they may know better

And His invitation they would consider

To hold a hand for eternity


I am grateful oh Lord;

That in my blindness you lit a light

That in my doubt, you granted faith

And in my search, you found me

A hand always stretched; now I hold.




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