Lily

David Crowder Band

Still

It makes no sense to me. I keep questioning God. I know he could have done something. He could have saved our baby. We prayed so hard, everybody did, and yet God must have said "Not this time, I'm sorry." I've been angry at God. I know this is just how the world is, but surely we didn't have to go through miscarriage again? It doesn't seem fair. I'm not sure what my perspective is on prayer now - sometimes it feels like a waste of time....

And yet, I don't feel like I can sing, but I find myself singing, even if it's only weakly. I'm not sure what I think about God or prayer, but I still find myself praying. I don't know if I can worship God, but I still find worship coming out of me. I've given up on thinking....

I think Tim Hughes wrote "When Silence Falls" for me.

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I've had questions without answers
I've known sorrow, I have known pain
But there's one thing that I cling to
You are faithful, Jesus You're true

When hope is lost
I call You Saviour
When pain surrounds
I call You Healer
When silence falls
You'll be the song within my heart

And I will praise You
I will Praise You
When the tears fall
Still I will sing to You
I will praise You
Jesus praise You
Through the suffering
Still I will sing

Ella

Oh God, 14 weeks is much too short. We didn't even get to see our baby, or hold her, or hear her laugh, or wipe her tears. Why is the world like this, Father? Does it hurt you as much? Please give our girl a hug for us, Lord.

Enjoy heaven, my beautiful little girl. We'll see you someday.

Held

Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling

Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It's unfair

This is what it means to be held
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it
Let the hatred numb our sorrow
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow

This is what it means to be held
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held

If hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

This is what it means to be held
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held

- Natalie Grant

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