„Offene Arme“ führt Sie zu Inhalten, die die bedingungslose Akzeptanz und Nähe Gottes erforschen. Hier finden Sie Trost für Momente des Versagens, der Scham und des Urteils. Die Texte beleuchten, wie Gottes Gnade menschliche Schwächen überwindet und eine tiefe Verbundenheit ermöglicht. Lassen Sie sich einladen, diese Botschaft der Annahme weiter zu entdecken und zu erfahren, wie Gott stets einladend bereitsteht.
Running through the shadows, a whisper in the dark Every misstep echoing, leaving its bitter mark They spoke of rules and failings, a debt I couldn't pay Their judging eyes like arrows, chasing me away I felt the world's cold shoulder, a spirit stripped and bare Believing I was worthless, beyond all love and care But...
Ashamed to ask for mighty men, for horses and for shield We told them of Your gracious hand, our God upon the field But in my heart, I knew the truth, a sinner, weak and frail Like Paul, I cried, "I am the worst!" – Your mercy will prevail For Your hand is gracious, Lord, to all who seek Your grace But Your great ange...
Rushing through the market square, another voice calls out my name A fleeting glance, a hurried prayer, try to avoid the gaze of shame "Go in peace, stay warm, be fed," my hollow words echo in air While a heart still hungers, a spirit dread, and I walk on, pretending not to care But the Lord upholds the needy's plea,...
When shadows lengthen, and the burdens press so low, My very spirit whispers, "Lord, don't let Your presence go!" Like ancient hearts that yearned, beneath a heavy hand, For closeness just beyond their grasp, across a barren land. The chill of human desertion, the isolation of our fall, A silent plea for rescue, to an...
The sun is setting on my pride There is no place for me to hide The "great matters" I leave behind In the quiet, Your peace I find I used to cry for what I lacked But now I’m leaning on Your back. Like a weaned child, I am still Resting in my Father’s will No more grasping, no more fear Only knowing You are near Hush...
I looked around at the easy life They had the gold, I had the knife Twisting inside, cutting me deep Robbing my joy, stealing my sleep. My heart was sour, fermenting within A piercing grief, a secret sin. I lost my way, I lost the feast I stood before You like a brute beast.
From the breaking of the dawn, a whisper soft and low, Not a thunderous command, but a seed He wants to sow. He desires our willing hearts, arrayed in splendor bright, The fresh dew of our youth, walking in His light. He could simply make us move, like puppets on a string, But He seeks a deeper bond, the songs our fre...
In a world that seeks its own, a silent whisper starts to grow, Chasing what we think we lack, never truly looking back. But who am I, and who are we, to stand before this majesty? To offer freely, from the heart, a grace we've known right from the start.