Lead, Little Feet
By Bertha A. Kleinman
Lead, little feet, with the rhyme of your patter,
Play it was I who had blundered my way,
Out of my routine, O, let me trip after,
Lead, little feet, I will follow today.
Hold, little hands, should I stumble or falter,
I am a pilgrim and you are my stay,
Beacons may fail me but you will not alter,
Hold, little hands, O, I need you alway.
Lead, little heart, yours the wings that shall take me
Out of my worries when days shall be long,
Let me be just what your trusting would make me –
Worthy of you, little sunshine, lead on!