Take His Hand
There’s a world on a string, its hanging in space.
We’re too busy to look up, stuck running the race.
So very few want to see, Who’s holding the string.
Life’s carousel ride reaches, for those golden rings.
Thank God for baby steps, there’s still time to Take His Hand.
When God let’s go the string, will you be there in His plan?
Jesus the Savior came, Take His Hand while you can.
When God let’s go the string, will you be there Take His Hand
Most people won’t talk about, the big fire coming.
But some people will avoid, that fiery room.
String’s getting old while the, world’s running dry.
More are looking up praying, afraid they will die.
Good versus evil angels, in the silent war.
Time and earth are a threshold, soul’s go through the door.
Lyrics by, Michael D. Rourke, Copyright 2016