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When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
-William Shakespeare
Held
"Held" portrays the sufferings of a Christian through his/her walk in life, yet keeping faith that God is holding on tight to us. Natalie's friend, Christa Wells, wrote this song when she tragically lost two of her loved ones. This song contains such amazing lyrical depth, I got so ministered to. It takes a while to interpret every line, but every line does carry a thousand words. These are strong words and they really touched me. It just slows me down, and pushes me on. Even though I bleed, I know God is with me. I can get through life alone. I shall.
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 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.
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.
Held
-Natalie Grant
signing off at 12:49 AM
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