Take My Hand

Take my hand, It is not too late to get back on the right side of the fence, The hounds of hell have not got your scent, There is still time to leave the kingdom of the Ungodly behind. Quickly now the hounds are getting close, You are still welcome in the Kingdom of the Godly. It is in the nature, of all sheep, to stray, The fence only shows you the boundaries, You can cross and re-cross it many times, If your heart is not totally black, And you come back when I call you, Leaving the hounds hungry yet again. Do not look back, Or the hounds will be upon you, Reach up and take my hand, And your leap of faith will save you. I have great plans for you, If you stay within sight of the fence, But once the hounds have you in their jaws, You will no longer fit though the eye of a needle.