HELD
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 hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?
ANOTHER DAY
Another Day
Another Chance To Love The Ones I Love
To Find My Way
To Laugh, To Dance
Watch The Sun Come Up
Another Day I Get To Live
As If Every Breath Could Be The Last I Take
I Get Another Day
I’ve Got A Hand That I Can Hold
Someone Who Knows My Soul
A Safe Place To Lay My Head At Night
So Why Do I Forget
How Much I’ve Been Blessed In Life
Forget What Means The Most To Me
As I’m Waking Up I Feel My Beating Heart
So Grateful That I've Come This Far
And Thank God
…I Get Another Day.
Dapper Lad
9 years ago
6 comments:
we totally missed you last weekend!! hope to see you tomorrow! you are in my prayers and i LOVE YOU SOOO much!
I LOVE YOU TOO!!! :-) Thanks for being you!
Hey Kathleen! I stumbled upon your blog through Amy's and have been meaning to comment. I know it's been a few months but Congrats on your new life with Joel!
Hope you're doing well...I miss the girls from down the hall!
-crazy girl from the other end of Davison 1st
You and Joel are in my prayers. So sorry to hear about things. I know the Lord will provide for you guys in the weeks and months ahead
I was at Spring Valley today! Stinks that you werent there. I was wondering if at some point I could talk to you and Joel about Roberts Wesleyan. I am begining the hunt for a college! Ahh! lol.
Boring snoring....put something new on your blog!
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