When Mother’s Arms are empty,
Then God’s arms can hold you tight.
When Daddy’s arms cannot protect,
Then God’s arms become your strength.
When words cannot touch the sorrow piercing deep in broken hearts,
Then the Heavenly Father whispers I am here, I can heal.
When the tears that fall between you, land in the Father’s hands,
Then He waters the seeds of hope buried in the soil of pain.
Then in His time and perfect plan,
The garden of love blooms again.