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In His Arms: Between Two Worlds
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By Michelle Angelini
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In His Arms: Between Two Worlds


“[Abram] moved from there to the mountain east of Bethel, and he pitched his tent with Bethel on the west and Ai on the east, there he built an alter to the Lord and called on the name of the Lord.”  Genesis 12:8.  


(Bethel is the symbol of fellowship with God; Ai is the symbol of the world.)


I get lost; 

then I need help finding my way.

The Lord knows where I am, 

even if I don’t,

so I allow Him to guide me.


My path veers between Him and the world

where the world appears so exciting; 

I move away from Him. 

During the day, in worldly situations, 

my soul wants to give in 

to temptations and 

feels tempestuous.


I can feel their pull and I want to head

toward them, feeling bored, 

needing excitement. 

I move away from Him. 

I hear His voice and feel

His Hands guiding me back to His path.


I’m safe.

The Lord holds me

in His arms, rocking me gently

like a child; 

letting me know 

how much He loves me.

I wonder if I can love Him

back as much as He loves me.

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Submitted: Sunday, January 15, 2017

Last Updated: Sunday, January 15, 2017

About the Poet
Michelle Angelini, aka Chelle, has been writing poetry for over 40 years. She has been published in many Southern California chapbooks and calendars. I am retired and dealing with my health issues. My Saviour, Jesus is always with me. God holds me within His wings. I am working slowly on a second book poetry and possibly my photography. And, I'm over 65 now and still loving it, even though my social life is not what it once was because of the painful fibromyalgia. It's quite frustrating, but I know Jesus still has "work" for me to do to show how much He blesses me.

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