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"