Walk With Me

Walk with me,
Walk with me,
Lest mine eyes
No longer see
All the glories
And all the stories
Of Your love.
Talk to me,
Talk to me,
Like You spoke
So tenderly,
When You walk there,
And when You talk there
By the seas.
But let me follow in
Thy footsteps
That draw the sores
Of Galilee.
And let me learn
To pray
Just like He did,
Like my Jesus did
There in the garden
Of Gethsemane.
Take my hand.
Please, take my hand.
Oh, yes, teach me, Lord,
To understand
All my duties
And all the beauties
Of Your love.
But let me follow in
Thy foosteps
That draw the shore
Of Galilee.
And let me learn
To pray
Just like He did,
Like my Jesus did
There in the garden
Of Gethsemane.
Take my hand,
Take this hand,
And teach me, Lord,
To understand
All my duties,
All the beauties
Of Your
Love.