A poem written by Rita J. Fitzgerald

To Hold God's Hand

I look in his eyes
and I watch him
smile at me.

To Hold God’s Hand
He touches me.

To Hold God’s Hand
He heals me and helps me cross the Street.

And makes me happy.

To Hold God’s Hand
He treats me
like a baby
and He calls
me His.

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