This year...
four years from the last time that I held you...
I feel held.
Two months (years) 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 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 that 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 that when everything fell
We'd be held
If hope if 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 that when everything fell
We'd be held
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I love this song. I have a dear friend named Jenn that, every time this song plays, she has to turn it off or else she breaks down and bawls. Sometimes she allows herself to think of me and cry it out. Hugs, dear one. This song is for all of us mommas who lost our children too soon. I hope that you are doing okay. HUGS!
ReplyDeletePrayers for you, dear Angie. God is good all the time. It's so hard to see it sometimes but we know that it is so. Waiting for that day we will hold our babies again.
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