Cradle me in Your Arms Lord,
In tearful prayer I seek,
Hold me close Dear Jesus,
My will is growing weak.

The days seem to be so long,
The nights are sheer pain,
My life has changed so much,
My sanity is hard to retain.

I cry out in the darkness,
Tears soak my pillow nightly,
Daylight is no joy to behold,
It is then I must face reality.

Loneliness is a pitiful life,
No one to share each day,
I ache inside Lord constantly,
Longing is a common stay.

I don't know how to proceed,
Lost and without anyone to care,
Are You still with me Lord,
Sometimes life is too much to bear.

The chair sits ever so empty,
No movement across the floor,
No presence to look upon,
Lord Your intervention I implore.

Give me comfort in my despair,
Lift this heavy veil from my eyes,
Help me see a brighter tomorrow,
Quieten these mournful cries.

I know there has to be better,
Alone I trod not this pathway,
Others have walked it before me,
Yet I walk in utter dismay.

Cradle me in Your Arms Lord,
In tearful prayer I seek,
Hold me close Dear Jesus,
My will is growing weak.

©Gayle Davis
24 October 2010
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