The Shelter Of Your Arms Poem by Brie Carter

In the midst of the wretched storm
I'm in your arms, I'm in you rarms
Though the rough winds start to blow
You take my hand and lead me home
When the cold rain begins to pour
You hold me close, you hold me close
When the white snow begins to burn
You pull me near, you keep me warm
Whan I'm weak and slowly stop
Your gentle hands will pick me up
As the devils tougue tells me lies
You feed me truth, keeping me alive
Though the stiff air is wet and cold
You feed my fire, you make me burn
Though I walk this road alone
You're in my soul, you're in my bones