Take My hand, child I adore..
I'll bear your burdens once again.
And if there be a thousand more
I'll cleanse the burden of every sin.
Though you're made of dust and dirt,
my loving-kindness will never die-
whatever the pain or grief or hurt,
whenever you fail or fall or cry..
Take my hand, O child of mine,
walk again in the garden with Me-
leave the sins of the past behind,
be the person I meant you to be.
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