Embraced in the arms of love


His love enfolds me, His arms embrace me

in every situation in life there can be.

Though great be the testing, through faith I have learned

it isn’t by something I’ve done right, or earned,

but the assurance that He walks alongside of me

and though storm clouds come, and rush at my door

and rage about, and floodwaters deep,

it is on Him I turn my eyes, and think upon the calming sea.

My spirit is hopeful, lifting me

for I am made stronger, humbled and meek,

and for all that I ask, and for all that I seek

my heavenly father gives to me.

I will lift up His holy precious name,

Jesus, Savior, Redeemer, King.


Joyce E. Johnson (2015)


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