Sunday, April 18, 2010

Held

Two months is too little
They let her 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 and
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
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


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
We'd be held


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.....








Miss You Olivia

1 comment:

Michele said...

That was so touching! I just love your posts! (on a side note did you know I am going private on my blog? Send me your email if you'd like! Also did you go off face book? I suddenly can't find you?) Let me know!


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