Take my hand
We'll parade into the Light
The future is near
So hold on real tight
Take my hand
We have no reason to fear
We learn how to love
As we learn to hear
Take my hand
Let us listen to the Dove
That Most Holy One
Author of all love
Take my hand
Let us follow God's true Son
He's given himself
His finished work is done
Take my hand
Trust the Father himself
Lord of history
He gives us true wealth
Take my hand
We are forgiven and free
We two become one
When the Lord makes three
a poem by Jonathan Finley,
0ctober 1998, Lognes, France