When
times are dark, and I call.
He
takes my hand, so I don’t fall.
It’s
His hand.
When
I’m sad, and feeling low.
He
takes my hand, and my woes then go.
It’s
His hand.
When
I’m tired, and feeling weak.
He
takes my hand, and bids me sleep.
It’s
His hand
When
I’m lost, and all alone.
He
takes my hand, and leads me home.
It’s
His hand.
When
the day, comes to an end.
He
takes my hand, and we both ascend.
It’s
His hand.
Louis
Edwards
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