held

Held - Natalie Grant

Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing

To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling

Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed
Why should we be saved from nightmares
We're asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive

This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows

The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow

This is what it means to be held
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held

If hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held

This is what it means to be held.....

We are Held everyday,
some days it doesn't feel like it as much as others.
So just imagine how much more it would hurt
on those days...  if He wasn't holding us.

you

I remember YOU, Jack. I remember laying my head at the same level as yours.. trying to see this world from your perspective and through your eyes. I didn't like what I saw either. I would've kept my eyes closed all the time also. I know you would've had them opened more if it weren't for the swelling. I remember how strong you were.. I remember the first time I actually saw you shed tears, it broke my heart. I love you so much Jack.