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Hold My Hand

hold my hand

Hold my hand in friendship,
while I am still alive.
Come take my hand and walk with me,
along the road of life.
For I don’t want your whispers,
when my ears can no longer hear,
Nor your embrace,
when I can no longer feel.
Let me know you need me,
while I can still extend my hand;
Lest I let the Savior take me,
to a far and blessed land…
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A Time for Joy

This may not be a time for dances,
but this is a time for prayer.
This may not be a time for clapping,
but this is a time for songs.

This may not be a time for merriment,
but this is a time for awakening.
This may not be a time for running,
but this is a time for rest.

This may not be a time for kisses,
but this is a time for hugs.
This may not be a time for laughter,
but this is a time for smiles.

This may not be a time for parties,
this may not be a time for noise,
But this is a time for healing,
and this is a time for joy!

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A Walk in the Rain

A walk in the rain
my feet in the mud
a patter of raindrops
as I look up above
Streets are flooded
I wade my way through
like a child lost in wonder
like a child lost in awe
And if I can dance without tripping
if I can just sing once more
I’ll thank the rain now washing my face
and I shall walk on and on and on…

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me and YOU

I am so small,
and You’re so BIG,
how can I ever love YOU
the way You love me?

Sometimes I hate myself
for just being me,
yet how wrong am I
to think that way.

For I am me
because of You,
and You gave up part of You,
so I can be me.

Please help me Lord,
to live with gladness;
Knowing that I am me,
and believing that each moment,
I shall be more of You!

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Why Not?

You ask me why I’m happy?

I am happy because I have a great inheritance.
My Father is the King of the Universe,
And I am a daughter of royal blood.

My time never runs out
For my time is forever;
Never will I worry of the moment,
For mine are the eternal reaches of time.

My peace surpasses the understanding of the wisest men
For it is a peace that never shatters
With the most troubling shadows of the night.
It is a peace that comes from the spring of letting go,
Completely letting go.

You ask me why I’m happy?
I ask you rather, why not?