Arms of Love

Just to say thanks for all the blessings I have received this year, I am posting Amy Grant's "Arms of Love."

I'm pretty deflated that I won't be spending Christmas back home. Not because of anything else, but Christmas is the best time to reconnect with all the people you've missed during the entire year. As to the trappings of Christmas, those are the things I can do without.

There is just this gaping hole in the middle of my chest that keeps on asking, "Will I ever be that someone in whose arms some girl would want to be?"

Insh'Allah. Insh'Allah.

Lord, I'm really glad you're here.
I hope you feel the same
When you see all my fears
And how I failed . . .
I fall sometimes.

It's hard to walk in shifting sand.
I miss the rock and find
I've nowhere left to stand.
I start to cry . . .
Lord, please help me.

Raise my hands
So you can build me up
Hold me close
Hold me tighter.

I have found a place
Where I can hide . . .
It's safe inside
Your arms of love.
Like a child who's held
Throughout a storm
You keep me warm
In your arms of love.

Storms will come and storms will go
I wonder just how many
Storms it takes
Until I finally know . . .
You're here always.

Even when
My skies are far from gray
I can stay
Teach me to stay there . . .

In the place I found
Where I can hide . . .
It's safe inside
Your arms of love.
Like a child who's held
Throughout a storm
You keep me warm
In your arms of love.