Into Her Loving Arms by Raymond A. Foss
Arms open wide, she waits for me to repent and turn submitting my will to hers changing the course of my life to follow the commands, the call of my loving mother, my God Into her loving arms, her sweet embrace I fall, letting down my heavy burden I rise, taking up my sister’s yoke pairing up with her, walking on the way dropping my nets, leaving all answering her call to follow her, immediately, Living my life forevermore, sitting at her feet, worthy of her sacrifice, her life for mine My sister on Galilee’s shore, on Calgary’s cross, rising on the third day Walking with her on the Road to Emmaus Her face clear in the breaking of the bread.
May 1, 2008
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