In His Gentle Arms
Beneath the light of morning’s grace,
A lamb rests safe in His embrace.
With tender hands, He holds it near,
Dispelling every trace of fear.
His robe as pure as heaven’s glow,
A beacon for the hearts that know,
That in His care, all burdens cease,
And souls may find eternal peace.
The hills bow low, the winds stand still,
As love flows soft, a sacred will.
No sheep is lost, no path too steep,
For shepherds’ love runs vast and deep.
Oh, gentle Lamb, so dearly blessed,
In His arms, you find your rest.
A symbol of His boundless grace,
Of mercy’s light in every place.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
What a beautiful picture you painted of Jesus in words.
Nice work from you.
Absolutely beautiful...