POEM- Christ's Arms

Compassionate Christ by Kendra Burton

As a baby His arms spread wide

To beckon his mother to His side

She carefully would embrace her Baby, her shining Ray

She would imagine the man He’d become one day

A young child opening his arms to all who’d listen

Standing in the temple, eyes shine with a bright glisten

The knowledge He shared, made wise-men stand in awe

He enlightened their minds with God’s word, and law

Years later, He’d open His arms to His Cousin

People filled-up the bank by the Dozens

They watched Him be dipped into the water

An example to All, Honored by men and the Father

The masses gathered around their Open-armed, King

The sick, the burdened, all who were suffering

He healed, he consoled, and he taught

His help was stretched forth to all who, for Him, they sought.

With steady feet on tumultuous sea, his arms stretched forth

He called to His apostles to follow His undeniable Warmth

With faith they followed, with doubt they’d fall

He’d catch them with His arms, and calm all

With bread in His hands, He stretched His arms to break it

These actions taught the importance of the ordinance

He told of what was to come, and reminded them of God’s plan

In Heaven’s clear directive, He was the only Man

He stretched His arms toward Heaven

To plead for strength, for me, and for all men

He called on God and did what was asked

Our pains and sins now washed away, not just masked

His arms were spread wide to accept the kiss from a friend

At Soldiers’ touch, He knew it was all coming to an end

They told Him to deny who He was and

He replied, “I am the Great I am”

His arms were open surrounding a blood soaked post

His back enduring sharp lashes from His unwelcoming host

The crown He wore stabbed into His temples

He did it for us, agony causing the greatest to all to tremble

Now Hanging on the Cross, His arms are open Wide

One more act of love, He could no longer on this earth abide

There He was calling on all to accept His sacrifice

“It is finished,” by God’s power and His Might

After resurrection, His arms were spread

To prove His life, and hold His friends

He is still alive, The tomb is open, the stone rolled away

His arms are open for us today.

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