With Open Arms

by Nikki Morris

Jesus healing a child



Sometimes it begins with the shout of my name.

As I wander, Calling me Home…

Then it’s the light left on, welcoming me home.

Someone who cares that I am loved and safe. Even

When I do not feel it. Jesus Christ is the elder brother.

That takes you by the hand and leads you back to

Heavenly Father, gently telling you not to go astray.

And Heavenly Father waits with open arms. But so often, I forget….