By the Hand

By the hand I will lead you through this land, sit you down beneath a tree And watch as your hair is caressed by a summer breeze. Then slowly massage your skin the feel of which not silk can beat, With feather light touches I place kisses where I know you will like. Then deeply will I breath in your scent, One so sweet it has no name. With a voice that makes the choirs of heaven weep, You pull me close to you and say the words I like to hear. Then to a place I know you have never been I will lead; One full of milk and honey. All this and more I will give if you take this chance, Let me take your hand and lead us into the promise land.