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Held.

Do you ever want to be held?  Tight?  I do.  There are times when that’s all I need, really – is to be held.  There is a beautiful song, On Eagles’ Wings, from Psalm 91, where it talks about God holding us in the palm of His hand (or in this version, “dwelling in His shelter”).

Psalm 91

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”

Surely He will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge;
His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.

If you make the Most High your dwelling—even the Lord, who is my refuge— then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges My name.
He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.  With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation. ”

And in Psalm 73:

When my heart was grieved and my spirit embittered,
I was senseless and ignorant; I was a brute beast before you.
Yet I am always with You; You hold me by my right hand.
You guide me with Your counsel, and afterward You will take me into glory.
Whom have I in heaven but You?  And earth has nothing I desire besides You.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.

Held – by God.  There is no place I would rather be.


How I long to be held.
By God Himself.
To be His and found in Him.
When all my thoughts are dark
And my joy is gone.

How I long to be held.
To feel safe and secure
And never alone.
Where You always are,
In the fold of Your Presence.

How I long to be held.
When life moves on and things change.
When I can’t control and its all lost,
Your Hand holds me tight.
I walk in Your Way.

There’s no other place I would rather be.
My surrender - You holding me.
Held.

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