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.


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