Into God's Arms I Roll Poem by John Sensele

In moments when bells of strain toll
In a world I feel forsaken
Into God's arms I heed my call
No point if they rate my option droll
God states alright if I'm so mistaken
In moments when bells of strain toll
Right groove and move if in the salvation street my burdens stroll
In my struggles, God ensures my soul never grows into a token
Into God's arms I heed my call
In testy times, God inscribes my name on a prayer payroll
If only from my mouth genuine prayers are spoken
In moments when bells of strain toll
God in these sorrows seals soothing control
My tepid tenets, God's angels ensure they are awoken
Into God's arms I heed my call
With renewed hope and vigour, I saunter into an angelic atoll
Despite multitudes of confusion, contusion and delusion so broken
In moments when bells of strain toll
Into God's arms I heed my call.