Until Now

And Today We Live










Wednesday, November 29, 2006 / 4:58 AM


Here's A New Song
Its Really Nice
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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, its 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
And let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly to the lilies of the vally and tomorrow

If hope is born of suffering, if this only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour watching for our Saviour?

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



In the storm comes the calm
So there was this spark. And the spark was alone. It had no where to go, no where to hide. It shuddered at the thought of non-existence and clenched it's core in sick anticipation of nothing. Red and fleeting by each passing second, it turned blue. Now, it had something to burn for, to live again.