Mary L. Shoemaker
His Hand - Poem by Mary L. Shoemaker
I walk with Jesus by the hand
This road of life and trial,
He will bring me safely to that land
Were there is no more strife or sorrow.
Yes I hold his hand so tightly,
Thru every joy and sorrow,
He's been my guiding light,
Thru each new tomorrow.
A cloak of warmth he gave to me,
When my loved ones went before,
The strength he gave me to go on
Until we meet again on his great shore
You need no church or preacher man,
To bow your head in prayer.
Let your heart be his cathedral
Just take him by the hand
For he will always be there until you
Reach the promised land.
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