Since I first started writing poetry there have only been a few times that I have been asked to write a poem. Recently my neighbor, Carla Tester, asked me to write something to put with some fleece throws that she was giving to her grandchildren for Christmas. I told her that I would be happy to give it a try. She wanted something to compare the warmth of a blanket or quilt to the warmth of the Savior's love or the love of a grandmother. I'm not sure if this was what she had in mind but as is so often the case this poem sort of took on a life of it's own.
Gale L. Wolfenbarger
24 December 2010
In the Savior's Arms
One night while I was
sleeping the Savior said to me,
“Come here my child and rest awhile and sit
upon my knee”.
“Cast away all your fears and
let your sorrows heal.
Come whisper in my ear tonight the things you think
and feel”
“Whisper all the many things
you're thankful for this day.
Tell me all the things you've learned at school
or at play.”
“Tell me of things your hands
have wrought and so have brought to pass.
Share with me your fondest dreams
today and in the past”.
“Whisper of the ones you love
and those who love you too.
Share with me the ones who's lives have meant the
most to you.”
“If there are things that
make you sad or some that bring you shame,
Tell me all, they'll be forgot as
you take my Holy name.”
“And so that night I rested
and forgot tempests and the storm.
I rested in my bed beneath blankets soft
and warm.”
“When night grows dark
and tempests howl, I wrap in blankets warm
and think about that lovely night
and the Savior's gentle arms.”
“I think about the things
that He wanted to hear from me
And wonder if my nightly prayers are all that
they should be.”
Gale L. Wolfenbarger
23 December, 2010
Copyright © 2010 Gale
L. Wolfenbarger