Ready the Hand that carries
Minds shall be at peace
Watchful of the morning
Fear shall ever cease
Ever a day is burdened
Light shall pass right through
Till all pain is lifted
I shall be with you
See a bright new morrow
Taken in its stride
Whilst all children slumber
Be My faithful bride
On and on they tarry
Each day like the last
Never take a moment
To be of My caste
When the pain is lifted
All minds free of fear
Hearts and minds connected
Bliss and peace so dear
© Karen Scott 2012
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