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She held my hand

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a guiding hand

(5/20/13)

It is a lucky man who gets to hold her hand

As she takes you far beyond the Promised Land

She will take you on a trip that you’ve never been before

As she opens up every door.

She will take you through the doors of dreams

The doors of hope, and teach you how to cope.

She will let you peak in doors of anger, doors of fear

But will not allow you to get too near.

She will hold your hand tightly as she shows you the door

Of poverty, hunger, hate, so you can see before it’s too late.

As these doors look alike, this will leave you lost and confused

And in your lifetime, these same doors you will choose.

Although there are two doors which are different from all the rest

These two doors you will test.

One is decorated with hearts, rainbows, and butterflies

In this door true love lies.

This is the door where you may meet your soul mate

If you do not hesitate.

For love can come in a flash or slowly enter your soul

Leaving you happy, leaving you whole.

Erase all doubts – for love is there

If you open your heart and are willing to share.

The last door that you will see is a double door adorned with silver and gold

And the sounds of the most beautiful music of every instrument known to man

And beyond these doors “THERE HE STANDS”

Surrounded by angels with their pure white wings

Showing you the most precious gift anyone could bring.

“THE LOVE OF GOD”

His love so infinite, so pure, so white, which fills you

With the ultimate delight.

It is all the riches of the earth all rolled into one

For he is “GODS SON”.

He has been known by different names

But through Christianity the name “JESUS” reigns.

His love like the rains that come from the skies

Like the sun that blinds your eyes, and like the stars

That fills the universe, and the moon that brightens up the darkest night

All his love is in plain sight.

Now as I look down at her holding my hand, now is when I fully understand

He is with us from beginning to end – he is my GOD, my FATHER, and my FRIEND.

He is my strength when I am weak; he is the power that we seek.

So then! WHO IS THIS WOMAN THAT IS HOLDING MY HAND?

And making me understand!

She is like any mother protecting her child

She is the mother of “JESUS” who has been with us for quite a while.

Thank you “ MOTHER MARY”.

L.RAMS

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