When day alone is not enough,
To illuminate my soul,
When I eat life dry and tough,
And force to swallow whole,
When the wind of circumstance
Blows cold against my skin,

It is then, only then I truly know,
How blessed I am
To hold your hand.

When it seems the morning sun,
Has forgotten to arise,
And piercing words from others plant,
Defeasance in my eyes,
When wound inflicted upon scar,
Reminds familiar pain,

It is then, only then I truly know,
How blessed I am
To hold your hand.

We walk through days assured,
Of power born inside,
Assuming grace inured,
Our pain we’re wont to hide,
But when it grows too large,
And bursts the shell of man,

It is then, only then we truly know,
How blessed we are
To hold your hand.

(c) Copyright 2003, Greg Sanders