Held

I am held,

Securely, firmly, held.

Like a chick nestled in the down of her mother's breast,

I am held.

In the midst of bitter disappointment, in sadness, and in fear,

I am hidden. I am held.

When doubts climb higher than a vine upon a wall,

He clings firmly. I am held.

After failure, that spins like a child's top, out of control,

When sin has stalked and lies have captured,

I am held.

As a fruit, bearing fruit,

With fruit still bursting upon the world,

I am held.

When days are long and nights are short,

And words have curdled like soured milk,

I am held.

When hopes are devoured like some dog has come to feast,

Even then,

I am held.

In sickness and in health,

In the strife and in the peace,

In joyous laughter and endless tears,

When steps are sure or feeble, uncertain,

I am graciously, wonderfully,

I am purposely, lovingly,

I am gently and continuously

Held.