Categories: Grandchildren
I tightly hold my small grandson’s hand
When I know there is danger near
At other times his hand in mine
Reassures him he has nothing to fear.
At other times we simply hold hands to touch
Because we love each other so very much.
Yet the sweetest thing is when he holds my hand
Saying, ”Grandmere, I’ll help you to walk and stand.
He really thinks he is helping me
I don’t need his help but enjoy company
So I continue holding his hand in mine
We are together so everything’s fine.
All this is very similar to God and me
He always holds my hand so tenderly
Protecting, guiding, leading me along
Reassuring me I’m His and to Him belong.
