Who Touched Me?
By Kathryn Taylor
"Who touched me?" He cried-
She crouched, trying to hide-
"Who here sought healing from Me?"
She turned quickly to flee-
"I felt power from Me leaving,
I sense someone is grieving-
Come forward, please, and tell,"
Jesus to the crowd did yell-
The woman trembling with fear,
Then came unto Him near,
Threw herself at His feet,
And bitterly began to weep-
With a face all full of worry,
He listened to her story
About what doctors couldn't cure-
No longer could she endure-
Her faith had made her well
When on her knees she fell....
Touching the hem of His cloak,
His mercy she did invoke-
Lord,
As I look within my life
At the sorrow and the strife,
The guilt, and all the shame-
I feel, like her, the same-
To go to Christ and ask,
Seems impossible a task-
I often do find myself
Coming from behind for help-
I know You are so able,
But me, I'm not so stable-
So, in moments of desperation....
I move forward with trepidation....
To reach out with an ounce of faith
And touch the hem of Your grace-
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