The Father's Arms
Arms of the Father - the reigning great I Am
Arms that are eternal - without beginning or an end
Arms that reach out to hold you, as you are still running towards home
Arms that never tire, strength so matchless, so unknown
Arms to roll the burdens onto, whether a big or a little one
Arms that can hold it all together, nothing coming undone
Arms that extend a gentle hand, wiping away the tears
Arms that provide complete security, vanishing all your fears
Arms that are beneath you, now matter how low you feel you go
Arms that speak: "I love you" more than you could ever know
And so my response is nothing other than: just like a child, I run straight to your arms . . . Just like a child, You keep me safe from all harm. Just like a little child.
The last few words came to me years ago and I couldn't let them out of my head - over the years God has used that same picture and spoke on that same thought and He has been showing me that there is nothing too hard for Him, His arms are strong and yet they are so tender and gentle - He can carry it all . . . how often 'I' try to carry it all!