He held out His hand
I took it
Even though
All of a sudden
I became small and fragile
Like a little kid
Five years old again
But I knew
That it was alright
I would make it
Through the storm
He held out His hand
I took it
And everything
Was revealed
I had no worries
Just like
When I was five years old
I was Daddy's little girl
Finally
And I realized
That I really needed no one
I only needed Him
And He would help me through
Every storm
He held out His hand
And I took it
And everything
Was okay.
Author notes
peace
A contest entry
- Spiritual Inspiration #1 by Samplette.
450 points, ended June 2, 2007, 21 entries
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Comments
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Simple and faith filled. I like the repetition also.
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Very nice. I like the repetion of "He held out His hand and I took it" The key to salvation is "taking" hold of the hand that He is always offering. Very well done. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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Oh my god.
This poem is amazing,
it caught my eye.
And I read it,
and I could relate to it
in so many diffrent ways.
I love this poem.
There's a million difftrent
thoughts that came to my head.
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