Is there somewhere a sedative for the soul
A place of rest where the hurting heart can go
No more struggles for the weary
Dry eyes for the teary
Perfect peace
Sweet release
Shelter from the storm
Loving Arms to keep one warm
From the cold winds of this life
That seem to cut some days like a knife
Bringing with them so much pain
Enough to seemingly drive a mind insane
The cry goes out from a weary heart
Worn, ripped and torn apart
Man does not perceive, but Divine ears hear
And a soft sweet whisper sounding quite clear
Speaks the message “weary child come, draw near”
“Let My Strong Arms of Love
Cradle you from Above
I am mindful of your pain
And have felt each pang just the same
The sedation that you seek
From a view that looks so bleak
I will minister unto you
Till body, soul, and spirit you have been renewed
Rest now in My Arms and receive
Don’t Faint, little lamb, just believe”
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