Go and Get it

Precious Lord take my hand Lead me on, let me stand I am tired, I am back, I am worn. Through the storms, through the night Lead me on to the light Take my head, precious Lord, lead me on. When my way grows drear Precious Lord linger near When my life is almost gone Hear my cry hear my call Hold my hand lest I fall Take my hand, precious Lord ,lead me on. 今天翻到大三时在英文馆看Toni Morrison的这本书时一段诗体摘抄。感觉很强烈。在这里得到的失去的都同样无所谓，因为我没有找到，因为我还在寻找，而且快乐的是，有人和我一起找。