My God.

When God takes your hands it's a powerful thing.

I prayed for God to take my hand.
Even though He didn't need permission
He wanted patiently.
As the words rolled from my tongue
and flowed away from my lips
He stretched out his hands.
Nothing to lose, I slipped mine so soft into his.
It was a warmth so indescribable.
It heated the blood pumping through my veins.
He slowly started pulling me forward.
My arms stretched
until my knuckles cracked.
              "Stubborn as always, let your
                muscles relax, follow my lead
                young child, never shall I
                leave..."
I inhaled the draw of his words.
For I knew I believed Him before He
even spoke the silk sewn words.
One forward step I take,
              "Yes my sweet child, walk with me,
                You are mine."
My eyes close in acceptance
for I knew this was also true.
I was His,
and Forever I will walk
hand in hand with my Lord,
                                    My God,
                                            My Everything...