Father's Arms: A poem

In my father's arms,

The safest place to be,

Free from worldly harms,

From which I always flee

Into my father's arms,

Lost within his warm embrace,

Safe from Satan's charms,

Lulling in His grace

Held by loving hands,

That catch me when I fall,

The only one who understands,

Why, sometimes I stall

Forever in His heart,

I will always stay,

My Father, Saviour, God,

From whom I will not stray