Give me your hand
Tell me your plans
And I will walk with you.
I will not laugh at you
I will not shout at you
Have Shalom, my peace.
But I will laugh with you when you are laughing
And I will shout with you when you are shouting
Though I do not like to shout.
I do not have to if you are paying attention
Remember it is my voice you need to focus on.
Then you can hear me whisper.
Perhaps you don’t understand
the master craft of my hand
Perhaps you can’t see my plan
So I ask, just one thing…
Give me your hand.
Comments3
Love this. Such a nice quiet thought - very sincere.
Good write Tumnus. I feel I understand this. The good Shepherd....
Awesome write
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