How is it thee hath come to me
In the modern day and time
Thee cometh with thy silver tongue
Well versed in reasons rhyme

Thou taketh me by the heart and hold
And guide me through thy maze
I eagerly follow thy every lead
Countless turns along our way

Drop not my hand lest I be lost
In this deep wooded place
Instead hold tightly to me dear
A trusting smile upon my face

When will our journey near an end
To a place where we may rest
Taking heed of danger not
Secure to have and hold thee best

Sheila Lynn

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