OUTSTRETCHED ARMS

“Up, Oma, up,” and his arms seemed to say

“Carry me, hold me, let me cuddle awhile.

I’ve played long enough 
with these toys on the floor!”

I lift him up with a hug and a smile.

My arms open wide for a loving embrace.

He stays but a minute, secure once again.

Then he slips off my lap, his new world a’ waiting

But he makes time for a hug now and then.

When as my Father’s child, I go to Him in prayer

I, too, stretch my arms up, wanting Him near.

He carries me, calms me, comforts, and heals.

I tell Him I love Him; I have no more fear.

He holds me and I get a different perspective.

I’m safe, protected, here nothing can harm.

The world with its toys will soon enough beckon!

All my needs are met in His Almighty Arm.

Oft though, like a child, I still do wrong

I’m not yet mature, full-grown, or complete.

I say ‘no’ when it’s clear that His way is the best,

And my stubborn pride won’t admit to defeat.

He’s a good Father; He’s patient and waits,

As I learn the lesson of faith for today.

The sooner I give Him complete control,

I’ll run and be happy along my life’s way.

I have also learned to hold my arms high

In total surrender, to yield my own way.

Like a soldier, I’m conquered, I give up the fight

I submit, stop my struggling, resisting, and obey.

Again I’ve been captured by His unfailing love.

He surrounds me in mercy and wonderful grace.

Once, and for all, on the Calvary Cross

He stretched out His Arms in a loving embrace.

Karin Ristau  

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(wish I had a photo for this poem!)