I sometimes find it difficult,
To go along without you.
To look around for a listening ear,
And find no one’s there to talk to.

Sometimes I stare at my empty hand,
And wish yours was there to fill it.
Other times, I see a nasty bug,
And wish you were here to kill it.

I thought of how I couldn’t help you,
When you felt alone or sad,
Then I remembered that we’re not alone,
And maybe it’s not that bad.

There’s always been someone who loved you,
Long before your hand found mine.
Your mother held your tiny hand,
Long before my mom held mine.

You were also the big brother,
That caused trouble (as brothers do)
But you still will give your little sis your hand,
At the times she really needs you.

Whether it was the hand of someone else,
That held your hand so dear,
Or it was your hand protecting another,
There’s always been a hand, one that’s not as clear…

It picked you up when you’ve fallen
To sin, temptation and fear.
Cradled you when you cried,
And no one else was there to hear.

Don’t forget that my life is watched over,
By those same loving hands.
He keeps His arms around me,
Until I’m back in yours again.

There are so many people that have helped me,
To become who I am today.
So many people that need my help,
That I can’t keep them away.

In spite of all our troubles,
And whatever may divide us,
I hope and wait for when it’ll be,
Just you and me and Jesus.