Precious Lord take my hand.  I feel as if I’m drowning in quicksand.  There are some crosses that I cannot bear, so with you, Lord, I do share.  If you guide me through to the light, I know that everything will be alright.  There is no need for me to sigh, no need for me to cry, for you, are always nearby.  Precious Lord, take my hand, hold it tight until I see the light.  I need you now, Lord, more and more, because I am beaten to my core.  The devil is busy trying to devour, even though he has not power.  He cowers when you speak, because your authority makes him weak.  What he does, You do allow, that is why I won’t comply.  His offers are great, but I don’t want to miss your pearly gates.   Precious Lord take my hand, because seeing Your promised land is my plan.