Take My Hand

Take my hand, because I'm scared. Take my hand, my eyes are closed. I've no idea what's ahead, and I want to run from what's behind.

My eyes, my head, and my heart: each sees a different world. My heart I know is right, but my eyes show me a shallow world and my head shows me a world of tormented souls. My heart is heavy - I carry their distress and cry out for them. It's no use. My will and my desperation can do nothing.

What can I do for you? Life is blazed across my hand, yet I can only receive. You never taught me how to give. I was left to see the world as it was - bare and raw. The words that tormented them at night, the pain they carried inside. The infirmities, the poisons and the traps of the mind. I saw it and I wanted to take it away. I saw futures that could be bright, shadowed by the workings of that other kingdom. I wanted to warn them - to yell out across the street. Don't believe this; never choose that; you can live your dreams.

Why am I so powerless? This feels like a curse - to know their needs and stand there powerless. I deserve their torment, and escaped only by grace. Take my hand now, because I can't do it alone. I need a quiet strength beside me.

Hold me tight. I don't think I'm alive anymore...