OPEN ARMS

As I woke up  in the morning
I'm thinking what would happen after I rose from my bed.
Will I be happy or maybe so lonely today?
Or maybe I'll get so angry.

In school,I'm sitting in a corner of the room.
Class not yet starting but I'm already thinking of going home too soon.
My eyes starts to look around the room.
In front of me a girl is busy talking,sharing her fight with his boyfriend lately.

At the other side someone's talking about her romantic date last night.
I turn to my left someone's talking so loud,hating a girl she called the best flirt in town.
Turning to my right a group is whispering to each other,
talking about someone who's also in the room.
But at the other corner a girl is sitting alone,
heads bow down,hands covering her face,trying to hide her tears.

I look outside the window,a guy from afar lying on the grass.
He's reading alone with his eyeglasses on.
By the way he looks around seems he's hoping someone will  lie beside him..

I look at the street, an old man sitting on a bench,
holding a piece of bread,sweat all around his face.
His eyes reflecting his pains.

These people have heavy burden and choose to keep it all inside.
Is there anybody out there who'll take time to listen to their cries?

Every time I go to church
I can'st stop looking at the cross.
There's my Savior with open arms
showing how much He loves us.
There He is standing, maybe waiting for us to run to Him.

Now who am I not to do the same thing?
How valid my excuses are  for me not to give an open arms
to those who are crying out loud deep inside their heart?

I once have a broken soul.
I once have a broken heart.
If truly I'm His child then I should know to how reach out.