"In His Arms"

He comforts me in his arms,

When the tears begin to flow,

He holds me tight,

And never lets me go.

He is my heart and soul,

He is my every breath,

In my days of living,

And even in my time of death.

He is there to hold me close,

To squeeze me tight,

To offer me his love,

With all of his might.

He brings me peace,

He brings me love.

He touches my heart,

With the whitest glove.

He is always there,

In my pain and loss,

He is forever there,

Because of the cross.

So here I lay,

In the arms of my master,

Away from harm,

But not always disaster.

I am comforted,

In his arms a fold,

Forever in his presence,

For him to behold.

December 1, 1997