She had faith, enough to heal herself
just the hem of his robe, a mere brush
of her hand on the hem of his robe
and she would be healed
such was her simple faith
not wanting to stop him,
to be the center of attention
take him from his mission
her fingers coursing over the fringe
of his robe was more than sufficient
She was healed by such faith
April 9, 2008
Matthew 9:20-22
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Just the Hem of His Robe
Labels:
April,
blood,
christian poems,
christian poetry,
Concord NH,
creator,
Faith,
fingers,
God,
gospel,
hands,
healed,
hope,
Matthew,
Matthew 9,
Messiah,
Mission,
New Hampshire,
poem,
poetry,
Poetry Where You Live,
praise poems,
praise poetry,
Raymond A. Foss,
religious poetry,
robe,
sing,
United Methodist,
Walk to Emmaus
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment