August 31st 1981

Hold my hand, I’ll walk with you
Until the morning comes.
Take my hand and talk with me,
You’re one of many sons.
All are loved and cherished so
And though you’re one of many,
The one who walks and talks with you
Will give you life in plenty.

Hold my hand and speak to me
Of days with joyous outings.
Whisper soft or rend the air
With tears and angry shoutings.
Tell me how you grasped at life
And how its storm pervaded;
How you begged for sweet relief
And how you were evaded.

Hold my hand and tell me all
Your joys and tears and sorrow.
Now turn away, leave them behind
And walk into tomorrow.
For there you’ll find such peace and joy
The past will be undone,
And love and life will all be yours.
Just walk with My, My son.