Held

At our church, I am the "big guy" of music; a nickname I've received over the years. For eight years now, I have been the director of music; as well as serving the Lord in our praise team. So, now you know why I have commented on so many lyrics here. I am not a singer. My wife would tell you I'm not a singer. I think anyone would tell you I'm not a singer. However, if you give me an instrument and a piece of music, I could play it back for you perfectly. Thus, I praise God through instruments other than my voice. My wife, on the other hand, has the singing voice of an angel. Together, along with Aaron who will occasionally join us on stage for a "Tyler Family Experience", we do our best to please the Lord through song. Today, Katie sang this song. I was on piano; trying to keep my emotions strong through teary eyes. It's a beautiful song. If you've never heard it, you're missing a very sad yet very hopeful message. Don't we all want that feeling of being held tight; wrapped in the loving arms of our Savior. As a daddy, I know the greatest part of life with Aaron, and what was my favorite part with Gracie, are those little hands grabbing my neck and squeezing tight. If those little hands can make us smile, then isn't it great when we feel those Heavenly arms grabbing us and pulling us near? Anyways, this song is by a singer named Natalie Grant. Katie did make it through the song. She sung it beautifully.

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 that when everything fell
We'd be held

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand 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 that 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 that when everything fell
We'd be held