In the Arms of Jesus

The desperate and weak embrace

of earthly arms and tears

could not dispel the creeping dark

and though your candle burned so bright

it faded in the Starry Night

Your place is empty here my child

but on that Day you’ll see

a weathered and familiar face

following the final trace

to see you dance in Galilee

Rest gently in His Arms tonight

there is no better place

one day I’ll trade this Field of Tears

for a Thousand Happy Years

with you in God’s Embrace

© Mila Fourie 2026