Your Arms

January 9, 2003

The blood drops fall

too fast to catch

they’re cold and yet

they seem so fresh

I want to climb up there and hear

hear Your words whispered in my ears

These demons bite

my stinging feet

and hinder me

from Your voice sweet

but they can’t keep

my eyes from You

I start to cry

I don’t know who

will comfort me

and hold my hands

but with a glance

I know You can

I reach to You

in my despair

You sing to me

and stroke my hair

Let me climb into Your arms deep

let me find love and fall asleep