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.