Who Holds Your Hand?

Abby and I were watching something on television and a commercial came on. There were two people in some sort of wind tunnel and they were flying and doing flips in the air.

“That looks like fun, nana!” Abby said.

“I don’t know, Abby,” I said. “I believe I would be scared.”

“No you wouldn’t nana. I would hold your hand.”

Ahh me, the faith of a child.

When we are scared who holds our hand?

I Know Who Holds Tomorrow
words and music by Ira Stanphill

I don’t know about tomorrow,
I just live from day to day.
And I don’t borrow from the sunshine
‘Cause the skies might turn to grey.

And I don’t worry about the future,
‘Cause I know what Jesus said,
And today I’m gonna walk right beside him
‘Cause he’s the one who knows what is ahead.

There are things about tomorrow
That I don’t seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.

And each step is getting brighter
As the golden stairs I climb.
And every burden is getting lighter
And all the clouds, they’re silver lined.

And, I’ll bet the sun it’s always shining
There no tears will ever dim the eye
And the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains, they touch the sky.

There are many things about tomorrow
I don’t seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.