When my world falls down around me,

And the ground is sinking sand;

When peace can't be found on this earth,

I reach out for your hand.

Then when your hand wraps 'round my own,

A strength pours from your soul;

It brings me to a quiet calm,

Till once again I'm whole.

A peace beyond all reason,

A rest there in your touch;

Something in your quiet words,

My heart yearns for so much.

If I but rest my worries,

Upon your shoulder there;

The strength that pours forth from your soul,

Will wash away each care.

Like a cool, sweet taste of water,

For a tired and thirsty man;

My heart finds peace, my soul is calm,

When I reach out for your hand.

Walk With Me by Randy Travis