Take My Hand, Child
Oh, My Child, why are you shaking?
Don’t you know that I am here?
Feel the sunlight gently warming you
To show you that I’m near?
Feel the breeze that gently tosses
Strands of hair across your face?
Peace, be still, my precious little one!
I am with you in this place!
Oh, I feel your heart that’s breaking,
Shattered in a thousand pieces,
But I’ll heal the pain inside you
If you just reach out and seek me!
Hush, My angel…no more tears now,
Lest your bottle overflows!
See, I catch each one and keep them,
Tiny treasures of your soul!
For if You didn’t feel, My child,
How would you know My love?
See? I’m here to tame the tempest,
So set your eyes on things above!
It’s okay, My child of longing,
There will be a brighter day,
For I feel you reaching out to Me
And I’ll not lead you astray!
Do you know how long I’ve waited
Just to take your hand in Mine?
Oh, I’ve held you, child, within my heart
Since before creation or time!
Take My hand, Child; let Me help you.
Stand up tall, and proud, and strong!
I’m your Father, and I’m beside you,
But hold on tight, child, the walk is long!
Copyright © Norma Henneke

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