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When I think of the child who was held that day,
held in the arms of the Lord,
then I wonder how much, in his childish way,
he perceived or was he bored.

He was placed in the midst of a group of men
at the center of all their eyes
to be made an example in teaching them
their calling to recognize.

Sometimes I wish I had been that child
and had known Him as I know now.
I’d have treasured each word, every time He smiled,
every lift of that thoughtful brow.

Had that child but known whose arms were those
that held him in love so dear,
he’d have wanted to stay in that safe repose
with the Master forever near.

And yet, dear friends, if we only knew,
down deep in our heart and soul,
His arms await us. Yes, friends, it’s true.
And He’ll lift us and make us whole.

But we often squirm and wriggle away
from those arms where we’re safe and sure,
like a child who would much rather go and play.
Our own will has so great a lure.

Lord, help us to know that our hope depends
(wherever our way is trod,)
on a life, that’s lived and a life that ends
in the arms of a loving God.