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.