Put Your hand in mine.
Friday, March 19
A while ago, I couldn't breathe because I felt Your presence in my heart.
But now I can't breathe,
because I can't decide.
I remember how much I want to bring the lost and tired home,
but now I have a heart in vagabondage.
How do I take others' hands when I need one so badly in my own.
Can I take your hand?
Not only do I really want it, I want to have it.

