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Hands
I remember you so helpless, While teaching you to stand. Unable to quite make it, Unless I would hold your hand. In no time you were walking, Exploring all new lands. And anytime you felt afraid, I was there to hold your hand. And now you're growing faster, So much faster than I'd planned. But anytime you slip and fall, I'm there to hold your hand. And even way on down the road, though now you won't understand, In spirit you can count on Dad To always hold your hand.
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