Hand in hand

My Father softly called to meAs I was rushing out the door,"Won't you stay beside MeFor just a minute more?You have grown so wearyAmidst life's push and pull,I long to put My hand in yours,But yours are always full."

I stood quite still and felt withinA warmth of long ago,A quiet voice reminding meThat I am not alone.I dropped my burdens one by oneAnd closed my tear-filled eyes.Then hand in hand we stoodonce more,My Father and His child.

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