Hold My Hand
Hold My Hand
I too am woman; I don’t want to be the man
Brother, please step up and hold my hand
I don’t want to raise the children all alone
How did I ever get here, do I have to be grown?
It’s a time as kids we rush so quickly to see
No road map, no plan, no talk of bended knees.
The awakening… brother’s behind bars “Lord, help me please”.
Which way should I go, now I’m down on my knees.
I know there is something you created me to do
Yes, I do want to hear well done when I am through.
You listen and learn from the mistakes I have made
And don’t walk through life uncertain and afraid
It’s not too late to strategize, dream, and set your goals
Do you know the plan of God that He might unfold?
Unfold the destiny that He had all along for you
As He watched and waited and still guided you through
Even this place of realization, you didn’t get to on your own
Divine orchestration, Angels protecting all along
Greatness, purpose is inside of you
And it’s going to come out if it’s the last thing you do
Roll up your sleeves, work hard, and get it done
From every distraction, be sure to run
Run, run toward what God has given you to do
That you might find fulfillment, in this lifetime too.
Release the shackles, my Brother; I don’t want to be the man
I will get there much easier if you would just hold my hand.
Like Paul and Silas come out and be the man.