Arms of Love

by Amy Grant

Lord, I'm really glad You're here I hope you feel the same when You see all my fear And how I fail I fall sometimes It's hard to walk on shifting sand I miss the rock, and find I have nowhere left to stand I start to cry Lord, please help me raise my hands so You can pick me up Hold me close Hold me tighter I have found a place where I can hide It's safe inside Your arms of love Like a child who's helped throughout a storm You keep me warm in Your arms of love Storms will come and storms will go Wonder just how many storms it takes until I finally know You're here always Even when my skies are far from gray I can stay Teach me to stay there