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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