I feel so very ill
And surely I will die,
Will I reach my Lord in time?
I know that I must try.
If I could only reach
And touch His healing hand,
But there are so many
That seek Him through this land.
Will He ever notice me?
Will I ever get a Word?
Will I see those compassionate eyes?
Will my voice be heard?
The crowds begin to gather
As He walks among us all.
Oh, do I dare to ask?
I almost stumble and fall.
No, I won’t speak up
For there are others in need.
But I know if I could only touch
The hem of His garment I’m freed.
Just a simple touch of Your robe
Is all I’ll try to do,
In a mighty step of faith
As I bow in worship to You.
He stops, and thinks,
And turns as we see His face.
“Who touched Me?” He asks
As He felt this healing grace.
I stand in awe of Him
Not certain what to say.
And He asked again.
He took time for me today!
I stepped ahead of the crowd
And spoke to the Lord as I fell.
“It was I, for I am ill.
And I knew You could make me well.”
He was told the child He was to heal
Had died while He spoke to me.
He only smiled and shook His head,
“No, for she only sleeps, just wait and see.”
He had urgent matters waiting,
Yet He chose to focus on my pain.
He said, “It is by faith you are healed.”
I touched just the hem, and my life was gained.
He’ll do the same for you,
If you reach out and truly believe!
He wants us to step in faith
And His healing grace receive.
Lucy, by telling this story in poetry form, you will touch the hearts of many who are hurting. Haven't we all known people who think that God is too busy to hear our cry for help? But He isn't. He wants us simply to believe, as this lady did. This story is a witness to all who feel there is no hope. Thanks for sharing. God bless you. Keep on writing.
