Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Of Hugs and Holding


They draw and hold us near
A cradle in our grief
Enfolded in love’s arms
In tender-sweet relief

Compassion reaches out
Its consoling embrace
Comforts the broken heart
Within love’s kind solace

Lord, hold the suffering
And as our tear-drops fall
May we lean on Your arms
Beneath, around us all

© Janet Martin

One thing keeps re-impacting me as I view the images of the Oklahoma tornado; the arms, reaching, helping, holding, hugging...

Arms hold Tim Bosma's widow and child this morning at his memorial service in Hamilton.

Over and over I find myself praying, Oh Lord, hold the suffering and may they feel Your arms around them.

We live in a broken world but God's arms are open wide and He invites us to Him. He draws near to the suffering. "we never cry alone"


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!