Take my Hand

Take My Hand

Take my hand.

Walk with me.

Touch my cheek

Talk to me

Sing your song

I'll sing mine, and

We'll see God.

Bees in the clover,

Colts in the pasture,

Manna from Heaven, and

We'll see God.

Hungry and homeless

Hair caked in dredlocks

Bug-eyed, wide-eyed, wild eyed child.

I'll take your hand,

I'll hear your song,

Manna from Heaven.

I'll sing mine too, and

We'll see God.