Poem (14) - His Arms

Wrote this awhile ago for the psalms challenge with small groups. At one point I believe Anne had put it into a song. At least most of the general idea of it i think... *shrug*

~His Arms~

Everything happens for a reason
Just like everything happens in its season
I may not see the weather change
But there is someone who sets stage

I lean back into his trusting arms
It might not keep me from scaring harms
But he always has a purpose
Even when it may not surface

He loves me so much that he knows
My pain and suffering will always show
How great his love is at healing
My scars that keep me from feeling

Some people ask why it is this way
You see, I would rather the pain should stay
How can you know good without bad?
How can you know happy without sad?

Really it's not that I enjoy the pain
But honestly my reasons are quite sane
His arms are my comfort in times of storms
The pain is what drives me there, forlorn

In him I find my comfort and care
To help me overcome the hardships I bare
So while he whispers lovingly into my ears
I find him wiping away my falling tears

Trouble and fear have no where to hold
When I completely trust that he's in control
My faith may waver back and forth
But he brings me home to find worth

His arms are not there just for me
He's reaching out to you aswell, don't you see?
In times of hardship and heavy rain
His arms are waiting to carry your pain