Mike Youssefian



Posted on January 28, 2015 at 12:35 PM

Lord, please hold both my hands,

While I walk through the storm.

Make my path lit and safe,

Make me strong to survive,

And to reach the shiny shore.

Clean my heart like the snow.

Make me pure, paint my soul

From the pallet of these fields.

Let the clouds up on skies,

Disappear with the winds.

Let the sun spread its rays

And the joy of the days return home

And flourish the pages of my dreams.

Hold my hands, both, dear Lord,

‘Till I come out of this deadly storm.


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