Take Me By the Hand

Take me by the hand, God,
And lead me on.
Take me to those in need,
And I will learn compassion.
Take me through the darkness
And I will learn to rely on you.
Take my hand as we walk by the shore,
And I will learn of your stillness.
Take me to the sick,
And I will learn of the power of prayer.
Take me by the field of blooming flowers
And I will learn of your beauty.
Take me to the playground
And I will learn to be a child.
Take me through this world, God
And I will learn of your mercy and love.
Take me by the hand God,
And I will learn and fly above.

-A poem I  wrote at age 15. One of my favorite poems.-

Be still

“Be still and know that I am God.”-Psalm 46:10

     My gaze fell on the setting sun

     Which like a golden ball

Softly set behind the bare trees.

A gentle, cold breeze blew

But my eyes continued to search

Through the pale-yellow horizon,

Looking for the golden light.

However it was gone;

It had sunk into the earth,

Welcoming the night.

The sun had gone to bed.

The night rolled in with care,

And in the quiet, winter air

I wondered what I should do next.

Should I pray or sing?

Should I applaud?

The light breeze brought my answer near

And gently whispered in my ear

“Be still and know that I am God.”