In Loving Arms

In loving arms she cradled Him
there in the cattle stall.
A newborn tiny baby,
born to save us all.

She looked at Him with love and then
she smiled a gentle smile.
She closed her eyes and rested,
sleeping for a while.

In loving arms she nurtured Him
‘Til He became a man.
She knew He served a purpose,
part of God’s own plan.

He trod upon His Father’s path
this Man from Galilee,
to save the world, He would die
upon Calvary.

She watched in horror as they nailed
His body to that tree;
a mother’s torment seeing
her Son die cruelly.

In loving arms she embraced Him.
He wore a thorny crown.
His body limp and lifeless,
He was lifted down.

She had known that He was special.
It was foretold at birth
that He would reign forever
casting sin from earth.

He was buried in a dark tomb
but rose again, you see,
defeating death He lives now
for all eternity.

With loving arms He will welcome
and wash away your sin.
With loving arms, He’ll guide you
though lost you have been.


In loving arms, you’ll rest there.
With the Savior you’ll be.
In loving arms, He’ll keep you
safe eternally.