Held

With the sunlight, open eyes What was lost is found From the cardinal’s mouth A sweet and lovely sound A shadow dwelt above my head Now the storms have gone The gentle light is peeping out I gladly look upon So much has been taken So much have I lost Shadows kept on falling Racking up their costs To a secret mountain I go to be healed With me in the forest Slowly through the fields One day to reach water To bathe deep down Ever am I thirsty Needing more of what was found As I wait to be held You gentle cradle my mind Thought we cannot touch You lead a beggar blind Broken back from searching Burned and scathed inside In warm arms rested Oh the times I’ve cried Any would wipe a tear But only you wipe the heart Lift the spilled blood And promise never part