Hold

How would a picture of your heart look
Timid, fearful, and alone
Afraid to speak your mind, this world is not kind
Would the picture of your heart be one of stone
Or would the picture of your heart be
One of loving admiration
Soft to the workings of God, clay in His hands
Would the picture of your heart be in His hands

His Father heart is weeping
His arms are aching
Just to hold you
Never forsaking
His hands can hold
Your deepest heartache
His words can calm
The troubled waters of your soul
The hands that calmed the oceans
Hold your heart

How would a movie of your heart play out
Wounded, bitter, and hurt
Afraid to love because it hurts
Would the scenes of your heart be filled with tragedy
Or would the movie of your heart be
Complete, loving, and beautiful
Blessed in its endeavors to become whole
Would the scenes of your heart be in His hands

His Father heart is weeping
His arms are aching
Just to hold you
Never forsaking
His hands can hold
Your deepest heartache
His words can calm
The troubled waters of your soul
The hands that calmed the oceans
Hold your heart

How would a book of your heart be read
A fear-filled story of unbelief
A novel of lies and doubts
Would the chapters of your heart be filled with terror
Or would the book of your heart be
True, sincere, and contrite
Earnestly seeking His sovereign plans
Would the chapters of your heart be in His hands

His Father heart is weeping
His arms are aching
Just to hold you
Never forsaking
His hands can hold
Your deepest heartache
His words can calm
The troubled waters of your soul
The hands that calmed the oceans
Hold your heart

Jana Brannon-lyrics and music
copyright 2010