The Shelter of Your Arms MAG

By Rachael L., Phoenix, AZ

     In the midst of the wretched storm
I’m in your arms, I’m in your arms
Though the rough winds start to blow
You take my hand, you lead me home
When the cold rain begins to pour
You hold me close, you hold me close
When the white snow begins to burn
You pull me near, you keep me warm
When I’m weak and slowly stop
Your gentle hands will pick me up
As the devil’s tongue tells me lies
You feed me truth, keeping me alive
Though the stiff air is wet and cold
You feed my fire, you make me burn
Though I walk this road alone
You’re in my soul, you’re in my bones.

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i love this so much!

on Jun. 29 2010 at 6:44 pm
YankeeSwagg PLATINUM, Holly Springs, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
Every burden is a blessing

Beautiful poem :)

Schubster said...
on Jun. 21 2009 at 1:55 am
first one to comment! And I am honored to do so. What a FANTASTIC poem!! :) The title drew me in, and the poem continued its flow and rhythm. I absolutely love it!


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