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 appallingWho 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 unfairThis 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 heldThis hand is bitterness
We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrowThis 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 heldIf 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
Songwriters
WELLS, CHRISTA NICHOLEPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., MIKE CURB MUSIC