Take My Hand
Tuesday, February 24 at 1:19 a.m.
Yesterday I had one of my worst fears confirmed: we - my family - know to many people. As person after person streamed in to pay their last respects to my grandfather, I couldn't help but think of that other occasion which seems to inevitably involve droves of people - the wedding.

Never in all my life did I ever think that my grandfather would not be present at my wedding. But life's like that, and unexpected things happen. If I had been told twelve months ago of how my life would be today, I don't know if I would have believed it.

One thing is sure though: I've not been given much room to become complacent. It seems that things never really settle down for me. But I've come to realise that this is actually a good thing, or at least it is if I'm able to look at things objectively. Unfortunately, that does not happen nearly as often as it should.

Precious Lord, Take My Hand
Thomas Dorsey

Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light:

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall:

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I stand,
Guide my feet, hold my hand:

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.