Held

I am held.

They ask me to crunch numbers and
Remember dates, to hold
The phone - to hurry up and
wait.
My arms are piled high with
Books; my brow is furrowed
In reponse to their funny looks.
Buying gas and working shifts, my
Heart is heavy trying
To lift a
Million different important
Questions.
They stop
And ask me for directions.

Wait.

If my life is like a raging storm,
You're the port; You're the port.
If my life is a search for some great song,
You're the sound; You're the sound.
If my life is a journey for hidden treasure,
You're Who I find; You're Who I find.

Rewind.

My life is not a list of what to do and don't.
My life is not a compilation of what I will and won't.
I am Yours, forevermore.
School or job or sleep or friends -
It all ends, it all ends.
But Your love holds me forever.

I am held.