Always Open

Christ died for me with open arms
not crossed nor by his side
my name was on the palm of his hand
the day he suffered and died.

Today his hands are outstretched too
his arms are open wide
under the shadow of his wing
I know I can safely hide.

His mouth is open also
as he prays to the Father for me
he tells God, I'm not guilty!
I've been washed in the blood, set free.

His ears are always open
I know I can call on him in prayer
not only in church on Sunday
but anytime and anywhere.