Behold the arms encircling us now—
Oh, those Glorious Arms!
Arms, which, remaining extended,
stay ready to receive and enfold us,
and with comfort sure,
share in the load we bear.
Arms, which, with constancy
of love and gentle kindnesses,
caress our troubled souls;
mercifully touching, warming,
resurrecting
the Hope of Divinity
that dwells within.
Arms, which, in honor
raised
echo sweet the proclamation,
“Be True to thine One Love”;
and, sending grace for nations yet to be,
open wide the veil that we, seeing,
might glance visions of eternity.
Oh, those Glorious Arms!
Strength of heaven,
providers of the Healer’s art,
laborers of righteousness,
witnesses of truth,
source of love abounding—
encircle us evermore
that our tears of joy fall softly
upon those Arms
in grateful adoration.
- Jacqueline J. Hancock
3 comments:
Wow, that poem was awesome. I would give anything to be able to put all of my thoughts and feelings into someting so beautiful. You have a wonderful gift. Your poem touched me.
I have felt thoes arms you talk about, many times in my life.The love i fill while being held by thoes arms is so wonderful, it makes me homesick,,sometimes so homesick its hard to stay here.
u have nice upliffting music on your blog, sometimes i just go on to listen
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