His hands held mine –
In the deep, low valleys
And over the highest peaks.
Through the violent storms,
And under the clear, inviting sky.
His hands held mine –
When my heart was breaking,
And there was no remedy.
When life pulled me under,
His hands pulled me back up.
His hands held mine –
When I wanted to run away
Because the hurdles seemed too high.
Those hands clasped mine
And together we leaped.
His hands held mine –
When the leaping resulted in falling,
And our hearts were broken open.
When we chose to love each other
Before loving them.
And now,
His hands hold theirs –
When danger looms
In an uncertain world.
His hands clasp theirs,
And pull them to safety.
His hands hold theirs –
When their own deep valleys
Are saturated with tears.
When their little hearts
Hold big hurts.
His hands hold theirs –
Through the pouring rain
And the thick mud.
He carries them to dry ground,
His hands wrapping them in warmth.
His hands hold theirs –
When their stomachs are unsettled
And the future is unclear.
When the only answer to their questions
Is love.
His hands hold ours –
Even at our most unlovely.
And how blessed we are.
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