Hold me in Your Arms

Hold me in Your arms, Lord Jesus
Never let me go
You are the blessed Rock of Ages
Shield against the foe
As the voice of dark temptation
Attempts a sweet disguise
Lord, give this child of Your creation
Clear, discerning eyes

Hold me in Your arms, my Father
I’m weary of each test
But in Your Word You gently gather
Me close to your breast
Here I wait against Your heart-beat
As gently You restore
The aching heart, the weary feet
You are an awesome Lord

Hold me in your arms, dear Lord
Here disappointments wane
Here my spirit is restored
As I go forth again
Hold me in your arms, surround me
Fill me with Your love
Then, as I feel Your arms around me
I cry, it is enough

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Janet Martin
18/11/09

He tends His flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in His arms
and carries them close to His heart; Isa.40:11