Blessed arms reach out to me;
To hold me when I cry
And when I’m praying soft and low,
I can feel His presence neigh.

I feel His love around me;
When my world is closing in
His peace and love surround me
To console me once again.

Blessed arms that hold me;
Each and every day
Are always there to comfort,
And forgive me, come what may.

I feel so safe and warm there;
In the shelter of His arms
Knowing that He’ll protect me
From Satan and his charms.

Vickie Lambdin vlambdin@2geton.ne

Copyright: 2002