He just wanted to hold me. I was tattered and torn and I pushed him away, determined to claw my way through. I held on.
He just wanted to hold me. I fought and raged and pushed and stumbled, always with chin up and chest out. I held on.
He just wanted to hold me. Determination blinded me. I ate it for breakfast; choked on it. I held on.
He just wanted to hold me. I clamored and battled again and again. I held on.
Then, I couldn’t go on. I had all I could take. I had nothing left to give.
I stopped Holding On.
Finally, when I had exhausted all hope, he tenderly held me close. He held me as I wept and he held me as I cursed. He held me until my tears ran dry.
I felt my strength return and hope restored within his loving embrace. I was once again strong enough to do battle. I learned something that would carry me into tomorrow and beyond, with unending hope and strength.
Sometimes it’s alright to Stop Holding On and
Just Be Held.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
THIS was a post I did about Casting Crowns’ beautiful song, “Just Be held”. I worried at first that I may have plagiarized the lyrics, but after some thought and other’s input, I don’t think so. Therefore, I think this poem/prose deserves to proudly stand on it’s own. 🙂 I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!
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I thought this was quite extraordinary, Penny. Well done.
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