To be held when I have nothing to say,
To be held when I have nothing to give that will endure.
To be held when my heart is wilting and grey,
To be held when my soul is unsure.
To be held when my face shines bright,
To be held when my heart erupts with praise.
To be held and unshakably loved here and now
Until the end of my days.
Written by Samantha Lindholm
December 18, 2014
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