I feel the touch of hands
so kind and tender
They're leading me in paths
that I must trod;
I have no fear when Jesus
walks beside me,
For I'm sheltered in
the arms of God.

So Let the storms rage high,
the dark clouds rise,
They won't worry me,
For I'm sheltered safe
within the arms of God;
He walks with me,
and naught of earth
shall harm me,
For I'm sheltered in
the arms of God.

Soon I shall hear the call
from Heaven's portals
"Come home, my child,
it's the last mile you must trod,"
I'll fall asleep and wake
in God's new Heaven,
Sheltered safe within
the arms of God.
 

by Dottie Rambo and Jimmie Davis