Arms

These hands catch my tears

These hands who knew no sin

Bruised

Discolored

Ruptured veins

Anchored with nails

These arms hold my joy

These arms welcome me home

For all the lost

To embrace

This love knows the wait is over

This love sings the song of mercy.

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2 Responses to Arms

  1. Mary says:

    We must always be thankful for the mercy which has been shown us.

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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