Tuesday 9 March 2010

Safer than a Babe in it’s Mamas arms,

I lie in Yours, O Lord,
Softer to my ears than her singing,
is the flood of Your promises.
I'm soothed by Your love.

My heart, so open and raw, breaking.
And I cry in Your arms,
Begging for you to hold me,
And your peace numbs the pain,
Erases it from my soul.
And You,
comfort me.

In Your presence, I rest,
Like a babe in it’s mamas arms.