Arms

I had a dream I was in God’s arms, as a child in a mother’s
But God was much greater than a mother’s
so it was more like I was in his hands.

I had a dream I was in God’s hands, as a small chick in a farmer’s
But God was much greater than a farmer
so it was more like I was between his fingers.

I had a dream I was in between God’s fingers as a laybug between a child’s
And I struggled to get out.
I spent my time trying to wiggle free;
I worried about the future
I worried about my children
I thought hard about what it would take to get ahead
And live an existence outside of His fingers
For there was no telling what a child would do with a ladybug.

If only I were larger — or He smaller — that I could be in his arms again.

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