I’ve only wanted to walk
with You but my walking’s
no good.
How I trip, stumble,
Fall, bite the lip between
my teeth.
I’m a red-faced toddler,
wobbling my way
around and over
hardened earth.
But then my heart
remembers something
my brain can never handle:
the soft, warm feel of
Your loving hand.
Ericka Clay 
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