Dear God I ask that you continue to hold my hand <br />for it is your will to do as you plan <br />i confess that im often hard headed and with my eyes open stii cannot see <br />somedays without my control i let life's struggles get the best of me <br />the pain in my cry get to be too much <br />i loose sight of reality, the feel of your touch <br />but you never once let go of my hand <br />for my pain is my strength, it is my will to do as you plan<br /><br />wanda askew scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hold-my-hand-18/
