HOLD MY HAND

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Hold my hand...

I cried! I prayed! 
The pain was seething and saw me gripping on to walls
I gnashed my teeth as the torrents tugged through my bones
Piercing the walls of my heart, breaking the fragments of my faith into tiny pieces
Leaving me in fear and weakness
Gasping for air and pleading for help
Don't let me die I prayed

Please hold my hand...

Great fear gripped me as I saw the blood spilling
Every remembrance of the flow shook my being
My mind was bugged with fear of losing
My life and all that it consisted
Family, dreams and the future seemed bleak
I think I heard death calling but I don't want to answer

Would you please hold my hand? 

The promise... 
You said you wouldn't leave me
That was the cry I made to mortal man who promised but failed as a man
The hurt was deep, cutting like the sickle
Let man be man but God be God 
Oh what a relief! 

So, You promised...
That you would guide through the rivers 
and I believe that you meant also... even through this pool of blood in which I drown
Through the fiercest storm that threatens

When pain makes my hands drudgery and unwilling to reach out to you
When all I see is the storm and the flood
When the fire of life rages almost consuming all of me

Hold my hand...

For when you hold my hand, everything becomes possible
The fire becomes a refiner
The flood becomes a washer 
The storm becomes a music 
Everything becomes an agent to make me better

When you hold my hand, I know peace
For You won't let go of me until I am fine
Your hand stretched forth is my saving grace
And when my sins did pull your hands backward, your love was greater than my sins

Hold my hand and don't leave me

@JoyOledika
@pentolife
#poem #prayer

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