Even though its not always easy to see,The hand that holds you.

 They say God’s the answer,

God’s the way.

Well if that’s true

Then where is he today?

I’ve called and called

But nobody ever showed or answered.

Why has he left me stranded here in this desert?

Without lifting me up

Or showing me the way.

I cried and cried

But he never came.

I learned to push through

And walk on my own two feet.

One day,

A voice of greatness came through.

Saying to me,

You did me good

You went through the fire

When nobody would,

You are my child

And forever I’ll be

With you.

Even though its not always easy to see

The hand that holds you,

Keeping you safe from

The fire that burns you.

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