His Arms

Thoughts race through my mind Spinning me round and round Such an over whelming feeling at times That I can hardly stand upright And from weakness I fall Reaching for a hand to hold I stretch forth reaching Is anyone there? Where are the arms to hold me close? Will I pass through this time And come out alright? As I look into my Savior's eyes I see His compassion He reaches to me The hand that I need reaches out He lifts me up from my fall Wipes the tears and binds the wounds His gentle touch heals the heart And brings strength to my soul Smiles of love fill my spirit Giving me hope for days to come Always knowing He is there Reaching for a hand to hold I stretch forth reaching To find His hand stretched toward mine And His arms open wide