Seized by His Arms

For my Father, because He has never left my side.

Where to begin?

I'm starting with when.

The time I had it all figured out.

Thought I knew what life and love were all about.

Then everything in my view,

was tossed and muddled, left askew.

Where to turn?

When will I learn?

The One I go to last,

is always the first to wash the mess.

He binds me up and wraps my wounds,

He fills my empty space like water does a flume.

He takes me in His loving arms,

Shelters my very being from harm.

Why is it  I wait so long,

Before I run to my Father's arms?

Author's Note

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