(By Rachel Joyce)
Please hold my hand, O Saviour mine,
The way is dark and I am scared.
Fear beats at me with heavy wings,
And I can scarcely breathe.
It’s not the path I need to see,
Nor what is coming up ahead.
Your face—don’t hide Your face from me.
Or I am finished now.
I need to feel Your hand’s warm grip,
To see Your eyes upon my face
O let me hear Your loving voice.
For that is life to me.