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 motherwhile she prays
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
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,let the hatred know
The wise hands opens slowly
To lillies of the valley and tomorrow.
If hope is born of suffering?
If this is only the beginning?
Can we not wait for one hour
Watching for our Saviour?