...hold my hand...

Hold my hand...

In the darkness of the night when the cold of the moon haunts me all night...

In the middle of the forest where the tall bony trees bend over towards me...

In the middle of the dessert, in the deserted plain; the lonesome sands burn hot against my feeble skin...

Hold my hand when no one wants to be anywhere beside me;

Hold my hand when the stench of my sin drives the pain of inequity deeper into my soul...

Hold my hand when the torment of transgression burdens me;

When the peace of life is far from my hold...

                 

Hold my hand when I am in my room...

In the secret places of my privacy; deeper and deeper beyond the weakness of my heart.

Hold my hand when the temptation of sin is before me...

When the seduction of lust is almost overwhelming me...

When the kiss of death is beckoning me...

                                                                             When the fire of hell burns hot before me... Fire me up the Spirit of Your Hand...

Where the nails tore through deep to seal my healing...

Where the spear pierced the side of Heaven to water the earth of my skin with the Blood of Your pain...

Hold my hand.

Hold my hand when I have given up completely on You. 

When I have chosen the pleasures of Molech and the 'sweet' sensualities of Jezebel...

Hold my hand deep in the sheets of my bed when Incubbus and Succubus have invited me to partake of their matrimonial hue...

To taste their marriage breaking dew...and to leave the Saints only but a few.

A few. A few to press through sin, persevere through trial and be victorious in death.

Hold my hand when no one understands me

When no loves me...

When everyone hates me...

When I have no money...

When am stranded in the sea...

When am lost in darkness...

When my desire is sin..

my motive dark...

my intention disgusting...

emotion too much...

pain overwhelming

Hatred too much!

Hold my hand ....

... when I hate me!

Hold my hand...and never let it go.

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