These Weak Arms

Moving among them
Sensing the need,
Soaking in pain,
Feeling the plea,
Drenched in the rain,
Drinking in sorrow,
Swelling informed
Of trial for tomorrow,
Carrying harm
In these weak arms.

Moving through me
Sensing my need,
Soaking in Truth,
Feeling I’m freed,
Drenched in my Christ,
Drinking in sorrow,
Swelling informed
Of joy on the ‘morrow,
Carrying Love
In this heart from above.

Copyright 2018.  L. L. Shelton.