Arms by Christina Perri
I hope that You see right through my walls.
I hope that You catch me, because I'm already falling.
I'll never let a love get so close.
You put Your arms around me, and I'm home.
I tried my best to never let You in to see the truth, and I've never opened up.
I've never truly loved until You put Your arms around me.
And, I believe that it's easier for You to let me go.
- I've built up walls. I've got walls with my parents, my friends, my teachers, Shawn, and I'd say mostly with God. Granted, the walls with everyone, except God, are mostly demolished. I think that's because I feel like if I do something or say something wrong that they can't judge me because they've done or said something wrong at one point. Kind of a splinter/plank in the eye kind of mentality, I suppose. However, those walls with God seem to be reinforced with steel beams. I try not to let Him see the truth in the horrible things that I've ever done. I'm terrified that because God's perfect, He'll look down on me because of my mistakes.
- I pray that God will catch me because I'm constantly falling.
- "Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is Love." 1 John 4:8 Honestly, one can't love until they let love in. How am I supposed to love Shawn, if I can't let God love me?
- "You put Your arms around me, and I'm home." -- That finishing line sums it up. Although it is so easy for me to believe that God giving up on me would be easier than Him coming to my rescue every 5 seconds or so, I'm sure it seems to Him, I know that when He puts His loving, kind, and gracious arms around my weak and meager flesh, that I am home. I'm where I belong. I'm a daughter in the arms of my Father.
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