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Held |
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Natalie Grant |
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Awenken |
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Two months is too little |
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They let him go |
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They had no sudden healing |
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To think that providence would |
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Take a child from his motherwhile she prays |
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Is apalling. |
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Who told us we'd be rescued? |
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What has changed and why should we be saved |
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From nightmares? |
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We're asking why this happens |
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To us who have died to live? |
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It's unfair. |
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This is what it means to be held |
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How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life |
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And you survive. |
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This is what it is to be loved |
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And to know that the promise was |
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When everything fell we'd be held. |
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This hand is bitterness |
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We want to taste it,let the hatred know |
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Our sorrow. |
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The wise hands opens slowly |
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To lillies of the valley and tomorrow. |
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This is what it means to be held |
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How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life |
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And you survive. |
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This is what it is to be loved |
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And to know that the promise was |
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When everything fell we'd be held. |
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If hope is born of suffering? |
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If this is only the beginning? |
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Can we not wait for one hour |
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Watching for our Saviour? |
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This is what it means to be held |
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How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life |
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And you survive. |
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This is what it is to be loved |
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And to know that the promise was |
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When everything fell we'd be held. |
