Hands

A soft hand, an inviting hand
I grab it and feel comfortable.
It guides me away and
My back turns on the light.

Deceivingly friendly
I feel calm as I walk willingly
Into the black darkness
Where light cannot penetrate.

I open my eyes
And I see nothing
Fear grips me;
This traitorous hand lets go.

I realize my error
But it is too late
And I am lost to
That warm light forever.

Where is that calloused hand?
The one that knows me
The one that can lead
This rebellious soul back home?

He is close, closer than I know.
I need but reach out for Him.
But shame and regret stay my hand
And the darkness penetrates me
Until I am all but a black hole.