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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem