SAFETY IN HIS ARMS

Where shall I run to
If not into your arms

That place of safety 
Where I am protected 
From the storms 

My life is filled 
With thistles and thorns 
I am a vagabond and a stranger 
To the way of the Lord

Yet I will cry
As loud as I can 
The voice of a sinner 
The least of all men

The lord will hear me
And rescue my soul
For the night draws near 
And death calls out to my soul.

Wilford Barker.