In our Father's Arms (a poem of reassurance)
May the Lord God bless and keep you,
And hug you close, this within his arms,
Praying that he watches over us in each day,
And at night, against all terrible harms.
It is he that has made us each, not we, ourselves,
This, as his children, we understand,
This gift of life to each, is so endowed,
As our sweet breaths are given by his hand.
Since the beginning of all time, recorded,
By the most primitive of any script,
Human kind to be blessed, so loved,
Their most powerful creator, so worshiped.
The rising of the warming sun in the day,
and the moon's white light in the dark night,
Serve us as our guide and by this we abide,
Such a delight, this, for every sight.
Mankind struggles in the earthen sod,
A pathway prepared by a benevolent god,
His warmth is given and food to spare,
And in God's own ways, he learns to share.
With every turning of this world, we perceive,
No finer beauty, that he does leave,
The changing seasons from cold to the fair,
God's own creations without compare.
While upon this earth men seek to control,
Their uncaring and ignorance, to extoll,
God's forgiveness is so great and without blame,
As men continue in terrible shame.
His own son so given to right this debt,
As many to blaspheme him, he does so let.
A forgiveness, of all his heavenly caring,
And in his love, the reason, sharing.
The heavenly father watches over his own,
Every word or deed, by him is so known,
He holds us each in his powerful strong arms,
Preventing all from earthly harms.
This world is his, yet he shares with us all,
The greatest of his creations, to very small.
Our lives, of his giving, all to be living,
The bright spirit so embraced, is by his own call.
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