Jesus, Take My Hand Poem by Mary Ryan

Take my hand
It's gonna be a brighter day
Take my hand
And I'll follow all the way
Take my hand
Because You touch me when I pray

When I was a child I played in the sun
These were the days I thought were fun
Noew that I'm grown I look through different eyes
And tearfully I watch as each dream dies

Now everything has suddenly changed today
Christ my Savior has come my way
Now I feel pretty high
As the sunshiny days go by

And, Jesus, I know that the reason is You
You've changed my gray days to gentle blue
Your love forever will I treasure
To me it's limitless-unable to measure

My love for You will ever last
It'll survive sunshine and stormy blast
To the end of time will You take my hand?
When we finally meet in that happy land

Take my hand
It's gonna be a brighter day
Take my hand
And I'll follow all the way
Take my hand
Because You touch me when I pray

(The very first actual poem I wrote)