Poems (Coolidge)/The Everlasting Arms

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

THE EVERLASTING ARMS

Underneath my weakness, underneath my care,
Underneath the longing of each wordless prayer;
Holding and upholding, with a love untold,
Thus those Arms Eternal all my life enfold.

Underneath the sorrow that for sin I feel,
Underneath the anguish they, as balm, can heal.
Holding and upholding, when I'm sore oppressed,
In those Arms Eternal may I peaceful rest.

Underneath the doubtings that my faith assail,
Underneath the trembling, if, at death, I quail,
Holding and upholding, they my soul shall keep,
In those Arms Eternal may I "fall asleep."