Bring me to your Loving arms.

 Let Me Come to Your Loving Arms

A Reflection on Deuteronomy 33:27, Psalm 17:8, and Luke 15:20

Let me come to Your loving arms—not the arms of mortal man,

But the everlasting arms that hold the universe's span.

They are the arms that shaped the mountains, that carved the ocean deep,

Yet they cradle every child who comes, and all their promises keep.

The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. (Deuteronomy 33:27)

I have wandered far, like a prodigal child,

Through valleys of shadow, through roads rough and wild.

But now I see the Father running toward me on the hill,

Arms outstretched, heart wide open, waiting to be still.

Let me come to Your loving arms—not in my righteousness,

But in my rags, my tears, my desperate need to confess.

You do not ask for clean hands or a spotless past.

You only ask for a broken heart that will come at last.

“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.” (Luke 15:20)

Your arms are not too busy, not too strong, not too holy to hold

A trembling soul like mine, a story half‑told.

They are the arms that welcomed children, that touched the leper’s skin,

That stretched wide on a cross to let the whole world in.

So I run to You now, leaving behind my pride, my shame.

I hide in the shelter of Your wings, and there I whisper Your name.

Let me come to Your loving arms—my refuge, my home, my rest.

In Your embrace, I am safe, I am loved, I am blessed.

Keep me as the apple of Your eye; hide me in the shadow of Your wings. (Psalm 17:8)

Amen.