I know how she felt- just one face in the crowd
How could she catch His eye?
Important people all clamoring about
Little strength left- to try
.
The leaders now pushing their way to the front
To encounter this Man so divine
No matter how long she surveys an approach
She can’t find the end of the line
.
No way to catch His attention just now
She sneaks in- cowering close to the floor
Undetected- to touch the hem of His robe
Knowing she needs nothing more
.
Now she’s crawling through the loud throng
All standing on tip toes to see-
Then He asks the question- demands a hush
Tell me ——— “Who touched me?”
.
I’m wearing her warn out sandals
At the the back of the crowd I too stand
With a hope to bow at His feet
And see Earth’s scars in His hands
.
To touch that hem of His pure white robe
With tears streaming down- there’s no doubt
No one goes undetected by God
To touch is what He’s all about
.
Eloyce Witzel 3/13/09
Eloyce, this is precious, and yet so personal. I was moved. Thanks so much for sharing. We both will be waiting to reach out and touch Jesus, and feel that longed for embrace. Please, share this with others! May I?
Sabbath Blessings….Kara
Beautiful my dear sister. love, L
Eloyce,
What a moving poem. This is a story I live with lately. It is becoming more and more real to me. Thanks for the poem and thanks for the prayers.
Myrna
I love your stuff!!!