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Just Held

Just Held

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[Intro] It hurts. There’s no use pretending it doesn’t. [Pause] Look around this room, or across our lives, and you see so much that’s been stripped away. [Pause] So many losses. So many quiet, empty spaces. [Pause] We get tired. The cuts are deep, and the bleed has been real for so many of us. [Pause] We sit in the dark sometimes, just watching the shadows fall, wondering what comes next... [Verse 1] Sap on the wood, the edge was clean. The room got dark, the leaves turned lean. Count the rings, trace the bleed, Every drop a silent need. Left to sit against the wall, Watching quiet shadows tall. [Chorus] HELD. I stop fighting the fall— You gather it all... oh, Daddy. I am held. In the surrender, in the ache, In every breath that I take. Safe in Your shadow. Kept by Your hands. Just held. Just held. [Verse 2] The life fades back, the shape grows thin, A darker shade beneath the skin. You’ve hung me out upon Your line, Resting in this hidden place. Sun on the floor, the glass turned bright, A place to rest out of sight. [Chorus] HELD. I stop fighting the fall— You gather it all... ooo Daddy. I am held. In the surrender, in the ache, In every breath that I take. Safe in Your shadow. Kept by Your hands. Just held. Just held. [Bridge] Wrapped up in Your hem, Daddy, Leaning into You now. I feel the pulse, I feel the stay, You take the heavy weight away. Closer than my very breath, Holding on for dear life. [Chorus] HELD. I stop fighting the fall— You gather it all... ooo Daddy. I am held. In the surrender, in the ache, In every breath that I take. Safe in Your shadow. Kept by Your hands. Just held. Just held. [Outro] Right here. In the light. In Your hands, ooo Daddy! I am held. I am held. Just held. [Spoken Outro] It still hurts... but I see it now. You didn't leave us to wither. You brought us into this corner, right where the sun hits the floor. The sharp edge wasn't cruelty—it was the Great Gardener tending to what He loves. The pressure on the clay wasn't to crush us—it was the Potter’s hands giving my shape. Every drop of this pain... it’s all held. We are held by You, Daddy.

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