In the arms of men, I look for love
In the arms of men, I put aside the One above
In the arms of men, I think will bring me peace
But in the arms of men, there is no release
In the arms of men, I let go
In the arms of men, I put on a show
Who is this person and does she even know?
In the arms of these men, she’s even more low
In the arms of men, I look to satisfy
This longing within and that’s no lie
The longing is strong, it makes me feel powerless
The longing is strong, I don’t know how to get over it
So to the arms of men I run, hoping to find rest
Yet in the arms of men, I’m more of a mess
Lord, Your arms are strong
Lord, Your arms are true
So Lord with everything in me, I will run to You
Save me Lord and heal me
Show me who I am
So I will never run again
Into the arms of men
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem