rachelcjonas
5 days ago1 min read
In His Arms
I run to Him when my heart can’t take anymore. When my arms get tired of carrying the weight that this world brings. Peace I can not explain. A Heavenly kind of love that gives me wings to fly. Even when the tears fall, He carries me with those nail pierced hands. I was the one who put those scars there and He still will hear me when I cry out. Even the internal cries of my heart. He hears His child.























