Hold My Hand
08 Jan 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poems Tags: faith, hope, journey, relationships, spirituality, trust
HOLD MY HAND AS YOU TRAVEL I HEAR MY FATHER SAY,
THE STEPS ARE UNCERTAIN DOWN THE WINDING PATHWAY.
THE PATH LEADS TO LIFE´S LONG AWAITED DREAMS,
MANY START THE JOURNEY BUT LOSE THEIR FOOTING IS SEEMS.
MY FOOTSTEPS ARE GUARDED AS I LOOK FOR THE WAY,
I DARE NOT TO HURRY OR TO GLANCE AWAY.
I CAUTIOUSLY LISTEN FOR MY FATHER’S VOICE,
A SEEMINGLY EASIER PATH IS NOT MY CHOICE.
I SENSE THE FIRMENESS OF HIS HAND ON MINE,
I FEEL SAFE KNOWING THAT THIS IS HIS DESIGN.
OFTEN ASK HIM TO QUESTION MY PACE,
MY FATHER REMINDS ME TO STAY STEADY IT IS NOT A RACE.
THE DREAMS THAT WERE PLANTED IN MY HEART LONG AGO,
THE DESIRE AND WISHES THAT I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER KNOW.
IS THE FORCE THAT MOVES MY FEET FURTHER TO THE GOAL,
I KNOW THAT MY FATHER GUIDES ME WITH COMPLETE CONTROL.
HOLD MY HAND AS YOU TRAVEL I HEAR MY FATHER SAY,
THE STEPS ARE UNCERTAIN DOWN THE WINDING PATHWAY.
TOO EASY TO STUMBLE AND TOO QUICKLY A FALL,
IF I WERE TO TURN A DEAF EAR TO HIS CALL.
THE WAY TO THE GOAL IS NOT FOR THE FAINT,
IT IS THE WISDOM TO KNOW RESTRAINT.
I ASK MY FATHER “WHERE IS THE LIGHT?”
HE TELLS ME, “IT DOES NOT COME FROM EYES SIGHT”.
IT’S SENSING HIS LEADING THROUGH HIS GENTLE TOUCH,
IT’S TO KNOW HIS VOICE AND HIS HEART SO MUCH.
THAT EACH TURN THAT IS MADE DOWN THE DREAM PATHWAY,
IS A SILENT CONVERSATION THAT TRUE LOVE WILL CONVEY.
HIS HAND STEADIES THE STUMBLE THAT THREATEN A FALL,
HIS CONSTANT CARE FOR DANGERS GREAT AND SMALL,
HELP ME EACH STEP TO REACH MY HEART’S GOAL
WITHOUT HIM I AM HALF NOT A WHOLE.
HE SMILES AS I JOURNEY WITH MY TRUST IN HIS HANDS,
I KNOW NOW MY BEST ARE ALWAYS HIS PLANS.
Brenda C 01/5/2010







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