His Touch
Touch
and heal all that ails.
Cleanse all that stains your soul.
He has offered His pain,
His blood
and His life on this earth.
You are white as snow
because He bled.
A woman comes from the crowd,
reaching for the hem
of His dusty garment.
A man asks for His sight.
A prostitute washes His feet
in the house of Simon.
A leper can reach out for others
and the voiceless
can speak of miraculous events unfolding.
Touch
with faith coursing through your heart.
He will not deny those who reach
with hands and voices.
Hearts
overflowing with belief,
a grip that will not let go.
A touch crushing sin
and soothing us with grace.
copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr
and heal all that ails.
Cleanse all that stains your soul.
He has offered His pain,
His blood
and His life on this earth.
You are white as snow
because He bled.
A woman comes from the crowd,
reaching for the hem
of His dusty garment.
A man asks for His sight.
A prostitute washes His feet
in the house of Simon.
A leper can reach out for others
and the voiceless
can speak of miraculous events unfolding.
Touch
with faith coursing through your heart.
He will not deny those who reach
with hands and voices.
Hearts
overflowing with belief,
a grip that will not let go.
A touch crushing sin
and soothing us with grace.
copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr
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