Take My Hand
Sometimes the smell of roses stings my eyes,
The thorns tear my soul,
And yet I grab blindly.
Sometimes stones crush my dreams,
And the Earth covers my sin.
Soon my eyes open,
Times dances before my eyes,
Light is shed upon my intentions
And draws me nearer to the one who lights my spirit.
The one I give my secret thoughts and desires to.
He takes my hand from the thorns and leads me his way.
Happiness fills the void in my heart.
My dreams have conformed themselves in his eyes,
By his love.