I rest in the Hollow of the arm of the Lord.

I REST IN THE HOLLOW OF THE ARM OF THE SAVIOR

The eagle spread out its wings
Gliding and sliding through the
Vast open sky effortlessly
Its graceful powerful strength concealed, while
Manifesting the beauty of its flight across the sky
Praising and worshiping The Almighty for a new day

The ocean rolls gracefully in rumbling waves
Foaming out ecstasy upon its crest as it
Breaks along the coastal line and wash
Onshore the waters from its depth
While the tempest tossing its waters high
The awesomeness of the Master craftsman

Rolling in the ocean’s depth like the Himalayas
The whale gracefully swims against the tide
Roaring like the thunder in a stormy gale
The lion declares its royalty in the jungle
Swaying gracefully the palm withstands
The fury of the fiery gale, waving its leaves

Perched like a marooned ship in the ocean
The oases stand glimmering in the scourging
Desert sand, a life line to wandering souls
Even as an atoll stands out in the depth of the seas
A beacon of hope to the many a wandering ship
Thus, I rest like a peck, in the hollow of the arm,
of the Savior