In Your Arms

By Hannah Barber


I throw myself into your arms,
Can’t carry my own weight-
I cling to you so fiercely,
Waiting for the storm to abate.

The waters are rising faster,
And I fear I might fall.
But Lord I will follow,
When I hear your call.

You hold me tightly promising,
To never let go of my hand.
My lips form your name, Jesus,
You hold me up when I can’t stand.

In your arms I find my refuge,
Shelter from the storm.
A place to call home,
Your love to keep me warm.


About the Author: “My name is Hannah Barber and I am fifteen years old. I am currently in my first year of homeschooling, before this year I attended public school. I would like to have a poetry column that focuses on issues in our society today, whether it be society’s view of beauty versus true beauty, or about promoting your self worth. Everyone is worth just as much as every one else, and in our society I believe that teens don’t feel as though they mean enough. I want to inspire teens to feel better about themselves and to follow their dreams.”  

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