Hold
to my hand and
guide me
This
beautiful and
blessed Autumn
day
Hold
to my hand as I
climb the mountain
You
have promised to
show me the way.
The
fallen leaves
are wet and
slippery
So
is the hill with
earth's fallen
dew
But
there's nothing
to fear with my
hand in Yours
For
I know my
strength in You
shall renew.
Hold
to my hand as I
climb the mountains
I
wish not to try and
climb them
without You
Though
the rocks be
secure, abrasion
may gather
Secure
my footsteps
till I reach
yonder's view.
Tho'
in Autumn we
still keep
climbing
Our
hair turning
grey and our
steps growing
slow
Each
step can be a
delight in
Jesus
And
bring joy and
smiles as we
go.
Tho'
the outward
one daily
perishes
In Jesus,
our spirit
never grows
old
Old
Saints ever shout and give
praises
For
the hill climb
reaches a street
of pure gold.
I
see the Son-shining at the
top of the mountain
The
skies are ever
so blue
The
clouds are all
driven away
For
I believe my
hand is in a
Savior's so
true.
By
His precious
faith we do
travel
Not
by knowledge
that we can see
But
to believe our hand
is in the Master's
We'll
one day dwell in
a land... happy and
free.
Danna
Robinette
10~20~09
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Rights Reserved
For
a friend, facing
a challenging
milestone.
