Manuel
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Von Mama 23.04.2013 um 09:58 Uhr | melden

Sheltered In The Arms Of God


I feel the touch of hands so kind and tender.
Theyre leading me in the paths that I must trod.
Ill have no fear for Jesus walks beside me
For Im sheltered in the arms of God.

So let the storm clouds rage high,
The dark clouds rise,
They dont bother me;
For Im sheltered in the arms of God.
He walks with me,
And naught of earth shall harm me,
For Im sheltered in the arms of God.

Soon I shall hear the call from heavens portals
Come home my child,

Its the last mile you must trod
Ill fall asleep
And wake in Gods sweet heaven
For Im sheltered in the arms of God.

So let the storm clouds rage high,
The dark clouds rise,
They dont bother me;
For Im sheltered in the arms of God.
He walks with me,
And naught of earth shall harm me,
For Im sheltered in the arms of God.