(Words and Music by Twila Paris) Every little baby comes into the world Reaching for an anchor, fingers tightly curled Grasping for a reason without knowing why We will cling to anything `til the day we die We can hold on to sorrow, hold on to pain We can hold on to anger when there is nothing to be gained We can hold to a thread at the end of a rope But if we hold on to Jesus we are holding on to hope Hold on, hold on This is human nature; this is what He planned When He put our hearts inside, when He made these hands We are here to reach for Him, never letting go This is all we need to have, all we need to know We can hold on to money, hold on to fame We can hold on to glory and the honor of a name We can hold to a thread at the end of a rope But if we hold on to Jesus we are holding on to hope Hold on, hold on Go on hold on, hold on
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