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 https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author