'Tender Arms' - Poem by Chris Boyles
Tired and weary you cant go on any more
praying for strength from where unsure.
Lifeless and lost where do you go from here
making it through another day you do fear.
A slight lift you feel being raised up aloft
tender arms, and a voice you hear so soft.
Do not falter or fear but always be strong
these arms will show that you can carry on.
Carried to safety now you feel you can try
to continue your journey no questions why.
He was there when you were filled with need
he gave and helped, selflessly with no greed.
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