The Arms of Love
When I felt lonely and blue,
It was to Your arms, I flew.
To seek refuge,
With my head upon your Mercy,
And it is there I feel at rest.
A rest, so sublime,
It is a moment obscure from time.
When there is a feeling of being so alone,
And it seems everyone is gone.
To Your arms of Love I go,
Away from all of life's woe
And there to rest my head upon your Love,
There, finding a final haven of rest!
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