Take my hand
Do not be alarmed
If you wish,
I’ll hold you in my arms
Look into my eyes
See the color of my love
A love that is true, and just for you.
See the clouds
walk across the trees.
Feel my touch
Gentle as the breeze
As you take my hand,
Tears are falling from my eyes,
You realize, you realize
See our God
Smiling with the sun.
Hear his voice,
Don’t you be alarmed.
As you take his hand
Tears are swelling in your eyes
You realize, you realize
Bill Cantrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recognitions/
