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Loving arms wrap
Fingers clutch
An embrace
Pressed together in the dark
Gentle touch
My memory of the place
From whence I came
Rests now in my mind’s arms
Beckoning me home
Free of fear, of doubt
Like a well-planted tree
Judgment and blame can’t bloom
Separated like chaff
Conspiracy dethroned
My memory of the place
From whence I came
Rests now in my mind’s arms
Beckoning me home
Deliverance promised
Blessings from Him
Sacrifices accepted
Dwell safely
Loving arms surround
My memory of the place
From whence I came
Rests now in my mind’s arms
Beckoning me home
Nothing compares, she said
How can that be
No regrets
Only redemption
Salvation
My memory of the place
From whence I came
Rests now in my mind’s arms
Beckoning me home
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