My Father's Arms Poem by Collette Y Anderson Williams

A broken heart was all I had,
An empty spirit was all I could give.
But who needs that? I ask.
What good would that be to any?
Then I thought of my Father's arms.

Haunted by my past,
Struggling with the pains it brought,
I kept feeling sorry for myself.
I should let it go -
Then I thought, in my Father's arms.

The stars often fall
Finding me with tear-filled eyes.
So fearful of every moment I breathe -
Asking myself, Whom can I trust?
Then I thought of my Father's arms.

Dawn creeps in and like a babe,
I go in search of safety -
Though too timid to take the first step;
Then suddenly I felt His awesome presence
And was reassured that I'd always be safe -
in my Father's arms.