Just Me
Come, sit by me
Just for a moment
I won’t detain you long
I’ve something to show you
Here you go
Hold it
Don’t let go
That is me you are holding
Small, tiny, and insignificant,
But me.
Hold on tight.
I won’t let go
Come, sit by me
Just for a moment
I won’t detain you long
I’ve something to show you
Here you go
Hold it
Don’t let go
That is me you are holding
Small, tiny, and insignificant,
But me.
Hold on tight.
I won’t let go
Tags: James Kavanaugh, “Will you be my friend?"
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To read the story of how my parents met and began their ministry:
“There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
“I know of only one duty, and that is to love.”
“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?”