Oh, if I could only touch His cloak
And feel the rough fabric as it brushes past my skin
To know that for one brief moment in time
I was right there, standing close to Him
If I could reach out my arm to touch Him
Even if just with my finger tips
My whole life would be changed forever
As songs of gratitude leave my lips
His awesome power would fill my being
Like light shining in a darkened place
Revealing my hidden hurts, sorrows and pain
And replacing them with His healing grace
I don’t need to see His face
Smiling down on the children dancing at his feet
I don’t need to shuffle to get ahead
Of the people crowded around Him in the street
All I need is just to touch His cloak
Just one small contact with my King
And I’ll be cured of my pain forever
The rest of my life His praises to sing
I’ll close my eyes and block the world from my mind
As I stretch out my hand
He’ll know it when I touch Him
He’ll feel His power leave and He’ll understand
I don’t mind if He keeps on walking
He doesn’t need to stop and turn my way
Just one touch is all I ask from Him
There’ll be nothing else, no words to say
More than that, would be the greatest gift
A blessing too awesome for me to bear
Just one touch Lord, just one touch
And for Him to know that I was there
Bronwyn Johnson
July 2006
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Bronwyn,
Very good. Most of us have thought the exact same thoughts. I am so glad we can still touch Him through His word and spirit and love found in His followers.
Again, great poem!
Sincerely,
Dan Blankenship
