A beautiful poem by Shyama Mata :


"Please may I hold your hand, dear Lord?
There's a river of life that I must ford.
The way is hard and the road is steep,
I'll need some help through the waters deep.

"I took God's hand and on we went,
But I slipped and fell ere the day was spent.
We tried again but it didn't work.
I lost my grasp and was often hurt.
Once more I called on the Lord for help.

I had failed in my tries to save myself.
"Dear Lord," I cried, "You understand,This time You had better hold my hand!"