Honor And Praise

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