Loving Arms Of God Songtext
von Beaver Nelson

When the mule of my mind
Won′t pull its weight through the frozen time
And the cock of my soul
Won't sing, "Hey, hey, It′s a brand new day"
And when the fox of my heart
Sneaks in to the coup and tears the whole damn thing apart
When the lamb of my plans
Wanders off alone into no man's land

I'm counting on the loving arms of God
"My beloved son," He said, "In whom I′m well pleased"
I′m counting on the loving arms of God
Waiting for that dove to land on me


When the dust on my shoes
Won't shake off, and it won′t shake loose
When I've lost all attack
When I′ve looked in your eyes and they look back
And when I've bought another round
And I see you in everything I′ve found
When I've cried myself to sleep
Mad as hell, and sinking deep

That's when I′m counting on the loving arms of God
"My beloved son," He said, "In whom I′m well pleased"
I'm counting on the loving arms of God
Waiting for that dove to land on me

I′m counting on it, counting on it
Like never before
Counting on it, counting on it
And nothing more
Nothing more

When the stone of my intent
Is thrown in the waters of discontent
And the paper of my dreams
Is drawn to the largest flame it seems

That's when I′m counting on the loving arms of God
"My beloved son," He said, "In whom I'm well pleased"
I′m counting on the loving arms of God
Waiting for that dove to land on me