When I grow tired and weary
Of carrying my load
When everything seems dreary
And friends seem so cold.
I run to the arms of Jesus
Thru prayer provided by him
I rest in the arms of my savior
And things of this world grow dim.
The comforting arms of Jesus
So tender with loving care
His inviting and everlasting arms
Thru stormy weather and fair
Oh, the arms of Jesus, strong and true
Outstretched with love to me...to you
Nothing can harm or lead astray
When his arms enfold you...there you will stay
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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This is such a comforting poem. Thank you so much for your wisdom. Also thank you so much for commenting on my testimony. May God bless your writing as you trasition into retirement. Love Danette
