This simple poem arrived during a time of quiet worship:
The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms (Deuteronomy 33:27; NKJV).
We wake, pray, and rejoice, Lord,
In your arms;
We give, share, and receive, Lord,
In your hands.
We toil, strive, and progress, Lord,
In your arms;
We fail, sin, and repent, Lord,
In your hands.
We suffer and submit, Lord,
In your arms;
We grieve, weep, and endure, Lord,
In your hands.
We rage, doubt, and despair, Lord,
In your arms;
We hope, trust, and believe, Lord,
In your hands.
We love, serve, and remain, Lord,
In your arms;
We live, die, and unite, Lord,
In your hands.
The dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it (Ecclesiastes 12:7; NIV).