In His Arms

So, I was laying in bed on Tuesday night picturin myself in the arms of Jesus. I looked into His eyes and realized that the only thing I could do was say, "I love you Lord" over and over.
So, then the words to this poem came...may they be a reminder to you of whose your are and who has you always in His arms of love.

In His lap I sit and I am calmed by His presence and awed by His grace.
And the only thing I can do is gaze into His lifegiving eyes and say over and over, "I love you Lord, I love you Lord, I love you Lord."
And He hears me and He smiles and He wraps His arms around me tighter still.
Arms that were stretched out in sacrifice for me.
Arms that were open wide to welcome me home.
Arms that say, " I know, I care, I see, I feel, I hear, I answer, I forgive, I love."
Arms scarred by nail pierced wounds envelope me and my life scarred wounds.
His love pours out and heals me, but the scars remain; not to torture, but to remind me that I'm just sinner saved by His arms of love and filled by His grace.


Love you girls.