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.