Take My HandWhen the mists of darkness grow thick,And you become lost because you let go,You fall on your knees and weep, ready to give up,Then comes the light and you hear a voice say, "Take my hand."A mother cries herself to sleep at night, Try as she might, it's just never enough,"I'm not strong enough," she says, "to raise my children alone."Then a feeling of calm overcomes her grief as He says, "Take my hand."A pioneer trudges through the snow on bare feet,Again to leave his home, his temple, and a piece of himself. . .Along the path his baby boy is buried,He too loses strength and falls in the snow,As he's about to let go, h
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fantastic pic btw
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