Monday, March 7, 2022

Everlasting Arms


When a man strikes rock bottom 

with a sense of nothingness 

And fear and unbelief assail

With a sense of helplessness, 

In that pit his eyes are blind.

And he’s gath’ring sin’s wages

In that dark place he may find

 He has struck the Rock of Ages.


You cannot sink so low in despair

For though the Lord is high

God will surely see and care. 

He regards our lowly sigh

There he prepares a secret space

Where the heart he strangely warms

God has become your dwelling place

And underneath, the everlasting arms

I will rest in the everlasting arms


Though you’re trembling and slipping

And your wounds begin to bleed

You may find he is equipping

You to meet another’s need 

For Only wounded soldiers serve

In the service of Gods love

The Father wounds and then he heals

With a balm-gift from above


You cannot sink so low in despair

For though the Lord is high

God will surely see and care. 

He regards our lowly sigh

There he prepares a secret space

Where the heart he strangely warms

God has become your dwelling place

And underneath, the everlasting arms

I will rest in the everlasting arms


Psalm 138:6; Deuteronomy 32:39; Deuteronomy 33:27


Anthony Foster

March 7, 2022

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