Hold Him God

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 Hold Him God

Written by: Laura D. Gancarz


Hold my baby God;

grab his hand tight.

As he walks though those gates of heaven;

Hold him God with all your might.

Hold my baby God;

for he is just so small.

Promise me God, you will comfort him;

should he stumble and fall.

Hold my baby God;

watch over him as he grows.

Tell him his family loves him;

please just make sure he knows.

Hold my baby God;

teach him how to fly.

How I wish I could see;

as he navigates the heavens sky.

Hold my baby God;

snuggle him in your embrace.

Kiss him on the check for me;

of his sweet tinder face.

Hold my baby God;

for I will never know.

Why did you take him God;

why did he have to go?

Hold my baby God;

This just doesn’t seem fair.

Nurture him and mold him;

God, give him new life there.

Hold my baby God;

and God hold on to me.

Help me to remember God;

in your presence we can both be set free.

Original photo by Whitney Carroll Photography

Edited into memorial portrait by @Ruthsprintshop on esty Ruth’s Prints



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