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(Holding on to God's Hand.) |
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| I wandered to the park one day and found a
quiet spot |
| That I might somehow find the peace my soul
now sought. |
| I'd tried to live a Christian Life but found
it all in vain |
| Each time I tried I'd slip and fall and then
I'd try again. |
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| My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a
skipping sound |
| And looked to see a little girl go tumbling to
the ground. |
| Strong arms reached down and lifted her to a
bench not far from me |
| A handkerchief in tender hands repaired a
stone-bruised knee. |
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| Then, soothingly, he spoke to her and wiped
the tears away |
| And my soul was stirred within me as I heard
him gently say, |
| "I warned you that the path was rough and you
must careful be |
| And never try to run ahead or pull away from
me. |
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| If you are going to walk with me you must do
as I say |
| Now, let's go on, my little girl, and I will
lead the way." |
| A little smile across the tear-stained face
now spread |
| And as she slipped down from the bench, I
think she said, |
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| "You should have been holding me and then I
couldn't fall |
| 'Cause I am just a little girl and you are
strong and tall." |
| And as his big hand covered hers and they went
on their way |
| I knew that I had learned a lesson in the park
that day. |
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| I'd never placed my hand in God's and trusted
Him to lead |
| I hadn't asked Him to control my every thought
and deed. |
| But as that Daddy led his child through the
park that day |
| I placed my hand in the Saviour's, and He's
leading me today. |
