Into the Arms of Compassion
I see the rainbow, as the storm breaks
I see many people running toward heaven's gate
I wonder why as they stares
Often compassionate whispers of woes and cares
I keep reaching in they keep reaching out
I don't want to care, but they just keep shouting... that...
Lullabies and goodnights
sleeting dreams of angels plights
As I wonder off into the night
Tenderly awaiting the arms of Jesus Christ
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior you'll find arms of compassion
For He is my master, Jesus. . .
tall, Tall, trees scaled mountain with icy leaves
Leave me to believe that every living thing that breathes
Must receive, must believe
often compassionate whispers of woes and cares
I keep reaching in they keep reaching over there
I won't want to reiterate as I approach the golden gates
into the arms of compassion
Not a place nor satisfaction but a stayed reaction
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior you'll find arms of compassion
11/19/12
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
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