Saturday, June 7, 2008

With Hope

This is not at all how
We thought it was supposed to be
We had so many plans for you
We had so many dreams
And now you've gone away
And left us with the memories of your smile
And nothing we can say
And nothing we can do
Can take away the pain
The pain of losing you
But we can cry with hope
We can say goodbye with hope
'Cause we know our goodbye is not the end, oh no
And we can grieve with hope
There's a place by God's grace
There's a place where we'll see your face again
We'll see your face again
And never have I known
Anything so hard to understand
And never have I questioned more
The wisdom of God's plan
But through the cloud of tears
I see the Father's smile and say well done
And I imagine you
Where you wanted most to be
Seeing all your dreams come true
'Cause now you're home
And now you're free
And we have this hope as an anchor
'Cause we believe that everything
God promised us is true...
So, we wait with hope
And we ache with hope
We hold on with hope
We let go with hope
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 apalling...
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 means 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 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 means 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 means to be loved
And to know that the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held
Crying. But feeling 'held.'
So lucky to be my boys momma.

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