Holding Christ's Hand

The room is dim,

the window pale

The night is breathing through the blinds

Your little hand

is holding mine

I feel the years

I left behind

I hear the old house in my blood

The slammed doors and the words like stones

But I won't hand that fire to you

I won't make your heart

my home

God, don't let me go tonight

I've got one more thing to do

Let me live long enough to turn This darkness into something new

She's looking at me,

trying not to cry

I'm trying to stay,

I'm trying to fight

God, if there's mercy

in this room

Let it find us here

tonight

The saxophone sighs down the hall

Like someone calling from afar

I tell you, child,

you are not cursed

You are not what your fathers were

If my hands have learned to shake

They can still learn how to bless

If I was raised beneath the storm

I can leave you tenderness

The pain grows quiet,

the ceiling fades

Her face becomes

a field of light

I feel a hand around my hand But hers is resting by

my side

Jesus, I thought I was holding her When I begged You not

to let me die But You were holding me all along And

You were teaching me goodbye The chain is broken,

the room is warm The fear falls silent,

the wound is still She'll carry love beyond my breath And I

can rest inside Your will

No more running, no more war

Love is waiting at the door

I am held, I am home

She is held,

she is not alone