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.