For many years I have sought to be healed.
Paid doctors' fees and to the priests appealed
But alas all my efforts were in vain
And I don't think I will get well again
But if I touch the hem of His garment
It will only take the briefest moment.
With this crowd of people no-one would see
Just one touch would be enough to heal me.
The people were jostling around so much
so there, unnoticed I reached out to touch.
Then it happened. I felt the healing stream
enter me, fulfilling my wildest dream.
There was no need to speak or say a word
I had reached out in faith and touched the Lord
For even in the crowded street that day
Jesus had healed me as He passed my way
I praise My God and of His Glory sing
He's my Saviour and my Lord and King
True healing of body and soul took place
when I came to Jesus by God's grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I praise My God and of His Glory sing He's my Saviour and my Lord and King. Really beautiful verses with heart toughing imagery. Nicely presented.