In My Father’s Arms

These two are a little more special to me, particularly the father and son looking out at the sea. They reminded me of the Ken Helser artwork entitled in my Fathers Arms so this is my feeble attempt at creating something similar.


In my Father’s arms I was lifted high
Close to His heart I could touch the sky
For dad was like God and could silence waves roar
And tame all my fears on ocean’s shore
For nothing could touch me or cause me harm
As a child I was safe in my Father’s arms.

From my Father’s arms the years brought a day
When far from His heart I wandered away
Dad was not God but just the old man
I mocked at his wisdom and questioned his plan
A proud adolescent with a mind of his own
My Father’s arms I’d completely outgrown.

To my Father’s arms born-again I returned
Back to His heart from the wilderness learned
That pier’s weathered crosses were moments He bore
My sea-tossed rebellion when He loved me more
For now I’m a father, he’s not God or old man
In my Father’s arms He became my best friend.

Ken Helser