I Wanna Hold Your Ha-a-and!

Across symbolic puddles and shambolic life,
I will hold up your hands
Across hills and planes and miles of asphalt, painted with yellow and white,
I will lift your hands heavenward
Across battlefields and and armor of fallen friend and foe, through forests of those still warring,
I will hold you up
Over phone lines, through cyberspace, and cellular waves, my eyes are blurring,
May I bear you up
Across distance, in spirit, in fervent love, separated by borders of many lands,
My heart, God's, Your heart, His,
I still will hold up your hands
Abba, Father, thank You. You, the perfect One
To Him, to Him, I'll raise your hands
To see over the sun.

You encourage me so much, Bethie. I am praying still.
Love,
Katie-Bee