In His Arms

I walk the way i walk, and talk the way i talk



because that's the way God created me.



Do you believe that for such a long time



I thought that Jesus hated me?



Now I walk along this path



not having to worry about His wrath,



because when I'm down, and when I'm hurt



it's Jesus who pulls me up by the shirt.



He lifts me up and carries me around



until He knows I'm ready to be sat down.



Now that I know Him



it's clear He doesn't hate me.



I just had to pray to let Him know



that I had had it, and I needed him to take me



up in His arms today,



because I know the truth, He is the way.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Lord put it on my heart to write this one.

View exthias1983's Full Portfolio
poetvg's picture

awesome work
on this poem