Taken
God looked at me,I turned away.
He touched my hand and I heard him say,
Praise you my son for can you not see,
I am here to help you not to help me.
Fear me not lost child of mine,
Give me you'r hand and you'r heart shall be mine.
Follow my ways,give me you'r hand,
Let me take you to the eternal land.
You will find peace in this land far away,
And will never hurt,not even one day.
Walk with me,I'll carry you part way,
Again I ask,take my hand,I'll lead the way.
Copyright © Charles Ruble | Year Posted 2007
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