A Poem of Hope
I feel the arms of God around me,
as I lay on my bed at night.
Asleep, I feel the Angel’s touch-
I’m surrounded and held tight.
I don’t know why it is,
that God should love me so,
that he would send His only Son,
to hang there on Death-row.
He guards me night and day,
always bringing love and hope.
Somehow, I know I will survive,
for He will help me cope.
As a father has compassion on his child,
so my Lord has compassion on me.
I know I can count on Him-
There is nowhere from His love I want to flee.
by Helena Fehr
used by permission
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