When my world falls down around me,
And the ground is sinking sand;
When peace can’t be found on this earth,
I reach out for your hand.
Then when your hand wraps ’round my own,
A strength pours from your soul;
It brings me to a quiet calm,
Till once again I’m whole.
A peace beyond all reason,
A rest there in your touch;
Something in your quiet words,
My heart yearns for so much.
If I but rest my worries,
Upon your shoulder there;
The strength that pours forth from your soul,
Will wash away each care.
Like a cool, sweet taste of water,
For a tired and thirsty man;
My heart finds peace, my soul is calm,
When I reach out for your hand.
Allison Chambers Coxsey