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Toen ik van de week dit liedje hoorde, moest ik aan mijn oom denken die vorige week is overleden en van de week is begraven. Ik had dit liedje, als filmpje van youtube, al eerder op mijn blog gezet, nu schrijf ik alleen de tekst en kan je het liedje ook luisteren als je wilt...

HELD
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, let the hatred know our sorrow.
The wise hands 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.

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