My Fathers Arms

I'm in my father's arms They hold me tight And when the seasons change They’re warm and kind His hands persuading me If i don’t feel brave They cover me To feel safe They will catch me when i fall They protect me as i go Working on me through the day Like the potter molds the clay Molds the clay I'm in my father's arms They carry me They lift me up above So i can see They always show me signs If i go astray And wait for my return When i’m far away They will catch me when i fall They protect me as i go Working on me through the day Like the potter molds the clay Molds the clay Molds the clay