Into My Father's Arms
Into my Fathers arms.
Is the only true answer to where I am going.
Feelingly believing that is the only place for me.
Walking on water upon sea looking out to land.
Beyond the quiet and the peace I breathe,
Wandering where God is taking thee.
To this thought bubbling up free in to air,
Knowing that there is some one some where who cares.
Yet here I sit contemplating my wit.
Hopeful inner eye will open unto fit.
The ideal perfecting idea to be,
To the one who thinking breathing thee.
Thank you from your great I am me.
Into my Father’s arms I hide,
The truest haven, where I confide.
Believing aligns with the path I see,
Walking on water, calm as can be.
Above the sea, I gaze to shore,
Beyond the peace, I seek for more.
Wondering thoughts rising, bubbling free,
Calling me softly, Who cares for thee?
Here I sit, my reflection inspection,
Hoping for wisdom and I connection.
The ideal forms shape, a thought beget see,
Perfecting lovely, through eternally me.
To the one who dreams and breathes my care,
Thank you for bringing me, somewhere heir.
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