Hold My Hands by Irene C. Avery

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 23, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 37.

Hold My Hands

By Irene C. Avery

By Irene C. Avery, in "S. S. Times"

A little hand was clasping mine When day was gone, And shadows lingered everywhere As night drew on.

A curly head was snuggled close Against my own; Blue eyes, all wonder-filled, looked on A world unknown.

The tiny fingers, restless, moved, And gripped my own with all their might; Then through the stillness came this plea, "Hold my hands, father — hold them tight."

When life is spent, and sunset hues All blend to gray, And twilight passes silently, No more the day —

As darkness gently leads me toward The after-while, And quiet everywhere pervades The last long mile —

Then I shall feel around me thrown Protectingly an arm of might, And whisper to Him trustingly, "Hold my hands, Father — hold them tight."