Arms

The arms of God,
They aren't always open wide.
We can't forget,
When in those arms I hide.

The arms of God,
They're very warm and full of love.
When in them I rest,
I experience the most loving hug.

The arms of God,
Within them I am safe and warm.
Oblivious to the outside,
There is nothing to hinder or harm.

The arms of God,
They don't fight for my presence.
I have to come,
For they're always open and innocent.

The arms of God,
I miss them when I am away.
Lord God, I hope
Your grip is strong, that I may not stray.

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