Precious Lord, Take My Hand

When I think about some of the rough patches

I've gone through in my life, I'm so grateful

That I've had the ability to kinda soothe my own soul

Through the gift of writing that God has blessed me with

Songs like healing

But when I think about the generations before and I remember

Hearing the hymns and the songs of the old school

I think about hearing my grandmother sing on Sunday mornin'

And what she would sing if she found herself in the positions

That I found myself in at times and once song crosses my mind

And it goes a little like this

Precious Lord, take my hand

Lead, lead me on and let me stand

I, I'm tired, I, I am weak

And I, I am one through the storms

Through, through the night

Oh, lead, lead me on to the, to the light

Take, take my hand, precious, precious Lord

And lead, lead me home