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Sunday 16 August 2009

Held

How good does it feel when you're having a bad time when someone gives you a big hug? It's wonderful isn't it? It's almost as if that hug makes whatever your going through that little bit easier to get cope with.

Even when you feel as if you're on your own and no one is there to hold you, don't forget God is still with you and is holding you close to Him at all times.

The song Held by Natalie Grant is one which is so very sad in many ways, but also one that reminds us how wonderful it is to know that when we are suffering, God is still there, holding us close to Him at all times.



Held by 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 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 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 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
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.....

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