When shadows fall and strength is gone,
When nights are deep and days are long,
There waits a grace both strong and kind—
The arms of God, where rest I find.
Not far above, beyond the skies,
Nor hidden deep where sorrow lies,
But underneath my faltering feet,
His everlasting arms I meet.
When dreams collapse and courage fades,
When prayers are lost in silent shades,
He lifts, He holds, He will not fail—
His mercy writes a deeper tale.
No burden falls beyond His care,
No fall too steep, no weight too rare.
He carried saints through desert lands,
And holds the world in nail-scarred hands.
Though riches pass and kingdoms cease,
His refuge brings a lasting peace.
In every age, through joy and harm,
We rest within His mighty arm.
So fear not death, nor darkened skies,
The Risen One has made us wise.
We fall, but not into despair—
His everlasting arms are there.
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