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
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