Someone mentioned today that they hadn't seen any blogs from me for awhile, I hadn't realised anyone had seen them except for one friend. So anyway here are a couple more poems especially for my two known readers.
THE HEM OF HIS ROBE
Empty, drained, exhausted she came
To
touch the hem of his robe.
Secretly
quietly and very afraid
She
crept to his side in the crowd.
Hoping
that no one would notice and see
Hoping
this really would work,
Trembling
in anticipation and fear
She
reached for the hem of his robe.
Immediately,
instantly she knew she was healed
And
quietly started to go,
When
he turned and demanded with authority
“Who
touched me? I felt the power flow.”
Trembling
again, mingling shame, fear and hope
She
tentatively whispered “’twas I”
“I
needed you; you were my last only hope”
“I
touched the hem of your robe.”
With
compassion he looked at the woman and said
“Go
in peace child, your faith makes you whole.”
Empty,
drained and exhausted I come
To
touch the hem of his robe.
I
just want to quietly creep to his side,
I
need him to heal – make me whole.
As
I reach out with weak trembling hand to take hold
And
touch the hem of his robe
I
realise that like that woman before
He
won’t let me just turn and go.
He
wants me to know that he cares for me too.
He
wants me know of his love.
He
wants me to know he’s aware who I am.
It’s
faith in him alone makes me whole.
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Will I let you
wash my feet?
Will I let you
wash my feet?
Could I let you
stoop to serve?
Or Would I feel
as Peter did
“Not my feet
Lord” could be my words
Yet you show
your servant heart
Though you are
mighty Lord and King
And you have bid
us copy you
To stoop and
serve the way you do.
Then we, with
humble heart will wash
The aching,
dirty feet of those
Who come with
trembling fearful hearts
And need so much
your love to know.
If we with love
reach out to them
Our fellow
travellers on life’s road
We do in fact
bless Jesus’ heart
We serve our own
beloved Lord
Yet, harder
still we sometimes find
When others
serve us in this way
We squirm away
from helping hands
When we with
grace should really say
Thank you Lord
for sending us
These loving
hands to ease our way
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