'He Held Me' Poem by Linda Winchell

God saw I wasn't able to stand
So He reached down to me
To give me a hand.

As I grabbed out to take His grip
My fingers seemed to miss in doubt
And began to slip.

His mighty hand had never moved
And my strength though prayers and time
Did much improve.

I reached again and this time it took
Then God placed a Bible in my other hand
Of which I humbly took.

Your hand my Lord was really never my need
For you were there through it all
You had placed your seed.

In my heart so I could learn it well
All the time you were there
It was me through it all
Which you had held.