Cindy Powell

Just like a child
Holding on to her daddy’s hand
I hold on to You
Knowing that really
It’s You holding on to me
Through the brightest of days
Through the darkest of nights
Through every season of life
We walk
Hand in hand
Of all the things I love about You
…the power of Your presence
…the patient persistence of Your love
…the goodness of Your grace
…even the greatness of Your glory
I think my very favorite
Is that always
You hold my hand