“Gently As We Go”
Hold me gently as we go,
For the waves do move to and fro,
The sands they run,
The butterflies go,
Hold me gently as we go.
Hold my had as I walk about,
For the small birds chirp
And the owls do shout,
The eagles will cry,
And the pigeons do pout,
Hold my hand as I walk about.
I reach for the air and seek your face,
The light looks dimmer in this place,
But soon I find streaming light like lace,
And I feel, alone, I can pick up the pace,
As I reach for the sky to embrace,
The abundant joy of God's Grace.
©Mary Spotted Eagle Woman Roberts