Holding Hands
Take not your sight and blind it
Deafen not the ear and hear it
Touch not the hot but the warm
Taste not the sour but the sweet
Smell not the bitter of fragrance
Use the sense that God gave you
Correct the wrong and make it right
Hinder not those with common sense
Let the left be left and the right be right
Go down the middle of the road,
Win, with God holding your hand.
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2021
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