Saturday, December 27, 2014

Hold My Hand

Jesus hold my hand  .
I know what it means to be alive .
You want to know why
I am so happy ?
I will never grow old
Because the roads I travel
Are pure gold
On a unclouded day  .
I don't hold a can in my hand
Because Jesus holds my hand
And keeps my hand held high
And I am not lonely because of him .
                              By Brock

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