In His Loving Arms

I have physical, human, loving arms to rest in.  And even more wonderful, I also have supernatural, all powerful, all knowing, all forgiving, unconditional, divine, loving arms to rest in.  I am so blessed! This poem is about both.

In His Loving Arms

By Lisa Marie Harmon

At the end of a day

When nothing at all has gone my way

I know I can rest in his loving arms

When I’m tired and dejected

Frustrated, rejected

I always find peace in his loving arms

If my day’s been good

And I’ve gotten it right

My joy is shared in his loving arms

But oh, in those times

Of no reasons or rhymes

I’m so blessed as I rest in his loving arms

I don’t have to wonder

I have no concern

I know they’ll be there, when toward them I turn

He’ll gather me up

And hold me so tight

Tell me gently, "Everything's alright"

Because, tonight,

So faithfully,

His arms are waiting just for me

The troubles of this day will fade

 His warmth and strength will soon invade

And I’ll rest, in his loving arms