| 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 mother while she prays
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| Is appalling.
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| Who told us we’d be rescued?
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| What has changed and why should we be saved 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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| Chorus:
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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 NUMB our sorrow.
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| The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.
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| (Chorus)
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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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| Bridge:
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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 watching for our Savior?
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| (Chorus)
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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 is what it is to be loved.
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| And to know, that the promise was when everything fell, we’d be held
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| This is what it means to be held. |