As I am held
In arms clasped, wide,
I can Rest
Like some chickadee
Safe and snug
Hidden,
Under her mother's breast.
Though rivers flood
And eyes overflow
My heart is safe,
His love will show,
That I am held!
Safe. Secure.
Finally. Fully.
At Rest.
Here, it seems,
Is ever, only
The means to
Peace
And His very best.
Oh glory be!
Oh praise His name!
The time has come:
I
Can
Rest.
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