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 numb our sorrow.
The wise hand 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.

© Written by Christa Wells

Behind the Song:
'A few years ago, I was suddenly confronted by three stories of tragic loss: two close friends shared with me the pain of losing a husband and an infant son, respectively, and my mother-in-law shared the heartwrenching experience of delivering a stillborn baby girl. The faith of these women and their families deeply affected me, and I was struck by one thing they all seemed to be saying: God never promised we'd be exempt from heartache. In fact, He said we would suffer greatly here on earth. But God promises this: He will never leave us. In our most painful moments, we will in fact be 'held' - and find our comfort there. This song was written from the testimonies of these women and intended as a gift to their families; it's been beautiful and amazing to see it reach so many others.' - Christa Wells (author of 'Held')