If Only I Could Touch The Hem Of His Garment Poem by Royston Nella

If Only I Could Touch The Hem Of His Garment



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 did not think I will get well again.

I'd love to 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 when He passed my way.

I praise My God and of His Glory sing.
He's my Saviour and my Lord and King
When I came to Jesus He set me free.
I reached out to Him and He reached out to me.

Sunday, September 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: healing,miracle
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Matthew 9: 20-22—And suddenly, a woman who had a flow of blood for twelve years came from behind and touched the hem of His garment. For she said to herself, "If only I may touch His garment, I shall be made well." But Jesus turned around, and when He saw her He said, "Be of good cheer, daughter; your faith has made you well." And the woman was made well from that hour.
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