Held
I lay awake at night,
With my pillow being sodden
Of seeping in tears that
Flowed from my eyes,
My heart thumping heavily
Inside my chest,
My whole being, twisting and turning,
Trying to let go of this momentary ache
By silent cries,
And a prayer to God.
I know I am embraced and held
By two big hands and mighty arms,
My welled up tears,
Wiped through the hem of His garments,
Whispering to my ears,
Soft and sweet,
"I am in control".
Things too dreadful to ponder on
Are silenced by that still voice;
The voice of the One
Who holds me now,
Who held my yesterdays,
And who will hold
My tomorrows.
I am safe and sheltered,
And held by the Savior.
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