I wrote the prayer below more than 24 years ago and have posted it quite often. It came to mind again when a friend posted the quote above on Facebook.
You enfold me, entwine and embrace me.
You handle me, hold me and hide me.
You wrestle me, welcome and want me.
Your chin by my ear, your hand in my hair,
your arm ’round my back, my arms rounding you,
my face on your chest:
I’m held in your warmth.
Your eyes keep close watch,
mine close in deep peace.
Your fingers stroke softly
my head’s numbered strands.
Your grip is a gift,
your grasp saving grace.
You whisper,
« You’re mine, I call you by name:
« You’re mine, I call you by name:
you’re found and forgiven,
brought home and beloved. »
I breathe,
« Yes, I am, shaped and healed by your hand.
« Yes, I am, shaped and healed by your hand.
You call me by name:
I am yours, you are mine. »
When the best of me is barely breathin’
When I’m not somebody I believe in
Hold on to me
When I miss the light the night has stolen
When I’m slammin’ all the
Doors You’ve opened
Hold on to me
Hold on to me
Hold on to me when it’s too dark to see You
When I am sure I have reached the end
Hold on to me when I forget I need You
When I let go, hold me again
When I don’t feel like I’m worth defendin’
When I’m tired of my pretendin’
Hold on to me
When I start to break in desperation
Underneath the weight of expectation
Hold on to me
Hold on to me
Hold on to me when it’s too dark to see You
When I am sure I have reached the end
Hold on to me when I forget I need You
When I let go, hold me again
I could rest here in Your arms forever
‘Cause I know nobody loves me better
Hold on to me
Hold on to me
