Being Held

I find a lot of comfort in the words of music. You probably know that already since I often use songs to convey what my heart is feeling at times on this blog. I have always been one to really listen to the words a song and apply them to my life. Obviously, not all the music that I listen to has a message for me, but once in awhile, a good song can provide answers. In the last month, we have known about two children that were taken by cancer. One parent was a classmate of my husband and I in high school. The other, a friend of a friend in Michigan. Both little girls were the same age as our daughter. I don't care how strong your faith is, how you can find hope in any situation, news like that can shake your foundation. It is one thing to deal with cancer on a daily basis as an adult, but I would do anything as long as it never touched my daughter. I can't imagine the pain and grief the parents feel. However, one day I was listening to my radio and heard the words to this song. It helped, and while I can't totally wrap my head around how that loss may feel, at least I can maybe start to understand the "whys" of it all.

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 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, let the hatred numb our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lillys 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.

Held by Natalie Grant