Several years ago, when I wrote “Held,” I had no idea of how God might use it or just how many people would relate to the emotions expressed in the lyrics and music. It was simply a gift for some very dear friends who had tragically lost important people in their lives. There is no way for us to explain or justify the premature loss of children or spouses or friends on a human level, and there is certainly no comfort to be found apart from the knowledge that we are not alone here. That we are, in fact, being sustained every minute of our lives, by a loving power that is far beyond our comprehension. This Person has a plan which is ultimately for His glory and our good. Everything will be redeemed! For now, we wait (which is hard!) and remind ourselves that we are deeply loved…that our grief is His grief…our joy is His joy…and Brittany is, in fact, more alive now than she ever was. The time moves achingly slowly from our side, but a day for reunion is coming. Until then, we’ll be held.

Held

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.

Chorus:
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 our sorrows.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

(Chorus)
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.

Bridge:
If hope is born of suffering,
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

(Chorus)
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.