Whether I'm right
or whether I'm wrong.
Whether I'm weak
or whether I'm strong.
Whether I'm sure...
or maybe confused.
Feeling loved or...
feeling used.
I know a place
that I may go
somewhere that winter winds don't blow
There I'm warmed by loving arms,
held with care, next to your heart.
And I'm safe within your arms Lord
I've become a child again.
I've come back to the source of love,
where healing can begin.
Though the world would say
I must be strong and prove my worth
by what I do,
I will rest assured in your embrace
and find my strength in You.
Whether I'm walking in the light,
or whether I'm stumbling through the night.
You are a God, whose promise endures;
though undeserved, Your love is sure.
When I am tempted to pursue
plans that may lead me far away from You,
gently You call,
"My child, come home.
I will never let go of one of my own."
And I'm safe within your arms Lord
I've become a child again.
I've come back to the source of love,
where healing can begin.
Though the world would say
I must be strong and prove my worth
by what I do,
I will rest assured in your embrace
and find my strength in You.
by, Mark Hayes
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