I'm jealous, Lord,
when I see a small child in someone's arms..
I try to remember how that felt:
to be held so closely, carried so gently,
rocked and lullabyed in arms more than able
to hold the whole of me
in comfort, warm and loving...
How is it I can't remember, Lord,
how could I have ever forgotten
the pure intimacy of those arms holding me,
surrounding me, supporting me, protecting me,
hugging me close, just a heart beat's distance
from another's beating heart...
No, I can't remember that far back, Lord,
but this I know, without a doubt:
in the morning and the evening and all day long
you hold me, you carry me,
you cradle me in arms more than able
to hold the whole of me forever,
in comfort, warm and loving...
You still hold me and carry me, Lord,
for I am still your child, at 73 or 53 or 93
and anywhere I go,
I go there in your arms,
in good times and in hard times,
in my waking and my sleeping,
I'm still your child in arms, Lord,
and you, my loving God...
Hold me in your arms, Lord, and protect me
whether I'm awake or fast asleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace
throughout the night...
Amen.
In The Morning, In The Evening by Adam Tice/Bex Gaunt
In the morning, in
the evening,
God is holding
you, holding you
In the daytime, in
the night time
God is holding you
still
Anywhere you
may go
God will go
with you
Anywhere you
may go
You are God's
child
In the mountains, in
the ocean
God will carry
you, carry you
In the forest, in
the cities
God will carry you
still
In the good times,
in the hard times
God will stay with
you, stay with you
In your waking, in
your sleeping
God will stay with
you still
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