Safe in my Fatherís arms.

Am I well content to tell myself when Iím weak I am made strong?

Yet I faint under discipline- donít know if Iíll last long.

But in my tears I turn to Father that I might share His holiness

Refined within his fiery gaze till Iím purged by righteousness.

I fall into my Fatherís arms

He holds me in the midst of harm

Where thereís not defense and no alarms

Safe in my Fatherís arms

I fall into my Fatherís arms

And heíll keep me safe and keep me warm

Abiding there safe from the storm

Safe in my Fatherís arms.

So though I may falter and I may failÝ and though I may fall

I will fear nothing but the lord who is my all in all

For he will be my keeper and he will be my guide

He will be my refuge and the rock in which I hide.

I fall into my Fatherís arms

He holds me in the midst of harm

Where thereís not defense and no alarms

Safe in my Fatherís arms

I fall into my Fatherís arms

And heíll keep me safe and keep me warm

Abiding there safe from the storm

Safe in my Fatherís arms.

Anthony Foster April 5, 2005