Take my hand
Won’t you?
There is a reason for my asking
This is the way of it, today
~
Once I had a truck
A red truck
It was my favourite one
I put is somewhere
For safe keeping
You know what I’m going to say….
Why is that?
Why do we do that? ~
We find something precious
And we hide it away
From whom,
If not ourselves?
Losing it is then a constant heartache
A constant reminder
That we can hold something dearly
In our hearts
And yet still hold it just out of reach
Even from ourselves!
We keep that which we love
Out of reach
As though we’re doing ourselves a favour
How mindlessly simple we are
Don’t you agree?
Take it out!
Take it out from behind the fireside bricks
Hold it next to your heart
And be glad of it
Be grateful for it
Love it,
And don’t let go
It wasn’t just a red fire truck
It was faith
And truth
And glory!
It was strength
And adventure
And the beauty of me!
Waiting to be held up
To the height of the world!
Let it shine!
I’d like to share that
~
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