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How can the same sound bring so much joy and so much pain, to the same heart, in the same breathe? A newborn’s cry. A toddler’s laugh. A mother’s scold. Empty arms ache at the sound Joy for you, with you Pain for me, hope deferred, desire denied The empty arms of a barren womb Empty arms that laid Baby in a grave Empty arms of life lost before it began Empty arms that chose life’s end Empty arms of choiceless singleness You grumble about the kids you’ve got I weep inside for the child I’ve lost I distance myself, from you, from hurt Hating myself, wishing I could give more Plastered fake smile pains face and heart I keep silent, believing you wouldn’t understand The pain, the joy, the desire, the grief Am I the only one that struggles this way? Does anyone know the volatile emotions I hide? Will the grief, the longing, the pain ever end? Where can I find healing, wholeness, hope? There at the cross of Jesus Christ I see arms stretched out, open wide Empty arms Empty arms like mine Empty arms offering comfort in grief Empty arms providing forgiveness for sin Empty arms bringing healing and wholeness Empty arms with power to unlock the womb Empty arms giving love for loneliness, hope, joy, peace Empty arms exchanging death for life Christ’s empty arms are open to you To fill your empty arms.