His Garment’s Hem
O
BLESSED LORD, I stoop to thy flowing garment,
I reach a timid hand to touch its hem
Here among the throng that is surging, pressing
Close about thee, and I the humblest of them.
Then lo, he speaks, and his voice is kind and
gentle:
“Who in this throng has touched me?” questions
he;
And I, who have been needing it so, move forward
To receive the wondrous gift he is giving me:
The gift of healing for body, mind and spirit,
The gift of virtue from his own life to mine,
And he speaks the blessed words of commendation:
“Thy faith hath made thee whole.” O words that
shine
Like silver light to pierce the clouding darkness,
Humbly, indeed, I bow before that praise.
Grant me, O blessed One, the strength to follow
Thee closer—with greater faith throughout my
days.
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