Your Arms

Your Arms

 Sometimes I pretend I'm laying n Your Arms
& You rock me back n forth
Where it is all about me
Although the flesh of my flesh requires
Self sacrafice...
In Your Arms
In these moments....I am the baby
Your child... & You soothe me
Your songs rejuvinate & Your touch is healing
Your presence is power
Comfort
Love.
I can shake off the aging, stress of adulthood...
& give You Your rightful recognition..
As my Provider, my Leader
My Love, my Help...
My Heavenly Father....
& in these moments....I am the baby.
...Sometimes I jus lay in Your Arms...