Holding Me
I'm in heaven and before I descend, Oh! my God
Your holding me
Come through the birth canal even then Oh! my Lord your
Your holding me
When I'm birth the doctor spanks me
Hears me screen even within that he's
Holding me
He gives me to my mother no other
She's
Holding me
She holds me while I'm crying
She holds me when she's wake
She holds me more often than anyone else
She let's my father hold me also
But for just a little while
For in reality I am really God's child
Now I am older now an adolescent
No longer a infant or baby child
Yet my parents
Still hold me when I'm happy
Still hold me when I'm sad
Will hold me when I'm disponed
Even hold me when I'm mad
One day I'll be older
One day have a spouse
One day I will beholding
To the one who accepted us
Together in marriage
Together praising God
I will not find it strange or odd
I will
Still be
Holding
10/13/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
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