Safe Within Your Arms
One of the things she hopes to sing when she gets healthy again is in a book I just bought her as an anniversary present. “Safe within Your Arms” is the kind of text that helps me to cope whenever the monster climbs up on my back. Not only is it good poetry, it’s good theology:
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Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong,
Whether I’m weak or whether I’m strong,
Whether I’m sure or maybe confused,
Feeling loved or feeling used;
I know a place where I can go –
Somewhere that winter winds don’t blow –
There I am warmed by loving arms,
Held with care, next to Your heart.
And I’m safe, within Your arms, Lord.
I’ve become a child again.
I’ve come back to the source of love,
where healing can begin.
Though the world would say I must be strong
and prove my worth by what I do,
I will rest assured in Your embrace
and find my strength in You.
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Whether I’m walking in the light,
Or whether I’m stumbling through the night,
You are a God whose promise endures;
Though undeserved, Your love is sure.
When I am tempted to pursue
Plans that may lead me far away from You,
Gently You call, “My child, come home.
I will never let go of one of my own.”
And I’m safe, within Your arms, Lord.
I’ve become a child again.
I’ve come back to the source of love,
where healing can begin.
Though the world would say I must be strong
and prove my worth by what I do,
I will rest assured in Your embrace
and find my strength in You.
That’s enough to think about for now. The peace of Christ to you.
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