What do I have here in this world?

I hold on for the better place.

Nothing here is greater compare

Than what I have in grace.

Darkness abounds

Nothing holds fast

Left alone and without

Holding on to the past

Shameful desire left.

I earn nothing given.

Earnest sorrows confess.

By The Unseen driven.

Held here in promise,

Undeserving, but nonetheless.

Beloved cradle perfect,

Held by His faithfulness.

-James Mungall