doodles and babbles

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Your Hand Still Grasping Mine

Lord... I know you're not leaving my side.
It's just me who is drifting a little distance from you...
I'm losing strength Lord.
Grab my hand and pull me back to You.
I know you're always waiting by my side
Waiting for my heart and mind
To focus on you

But sometimes, there are just so many things
Interesting things that play illusions in my eyes...
In my mind... in my heart...
That I forget that there is only one thing that
I should focus on...
You... my Lord.

Forgive me for wandering
Close to the edge of the cliff.
I thought I just saw colorful light
Dancing before my eyes
Just over the cliff.

I tried to take a peek
But I could not see it.
I'm far from the cliff'
Coz I'm clinging close to you, Lord
And you're clasping my hand.

But the enticing lights began dancing
Once again alluring me to the edge
I thought it won't hurt if I would take one look
Just one look.

The moment I release my grasp on you,
You gently tug me back.
But as the lights go on dancing
And as I keep my eyes on watching
The force of your tug slowly faded
From my senses...
From my consciousness...

I walked closer to the edge
Mist slowly, silently crept
around my feet,
playing tricks on my eyes
Making a mirage of ethereal figures
Enticing to touch, to feel...

Suddenly, a dull feeling
Of loneliness spread all over me
As I realized I lost
Sight of You...My shield, my strength,
My comfort, my joy.
The cornerstone
Whom I can run to
Anytime.
Now, all I could see is white... gray...
white... gray...
Smoking around my eyes
Flashing enticing lights
Pulling me close to the edge of the cliff.
I can't get closer to the edge.
I want to...
But a small voice gently whispers
"It is not safe..."

I cried.
I screamed.
Oh Lord... pull me out of this mist
Take my hand ang pull me close
To You once again...
Away from the edge of the cliff.

It was just one call.
And I felt your hand once again.
You never let go of me all along.
It was just me who went numb...

I followed Your gentle tug
And once again, I'm out of the mist
I'm back on the path
You have prepared for me.
And once again, You're by my side.

Your hand still grasping mine.

6:25 PM
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