Dear God I ask that you continue to hold my hand
for it is your will to do as you plan
i confess that im often hard headed and with my eyes open stii cannot see
somedays without my control i let life's struggles get the best of me
the pain in my cry get to be too much
i loose sight of reality, the feel of your touch
but you never once let go of my hand
for my pain is my strength, it is my will to do as you plan
wanda askew scott
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hold-my-hand-18/
