Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

His Garment’s Hem

O

BLESSED LORD, I stoop to thy flowing garment,

I reach a timid hand to touch its hem

Here among the throng that is surging, pressing

Close about thee, and I the humblest of them.

Then lo, he speaks, and his voice is kind and

gentle:

“Who in this throng has touched me?” questions

he;

And I, who have been needing it so, move forward

To receive the wondrous gift he is giving me:

The gift of healing for body, mind and spirit,

The gift of virtue from his own life to mine,

And he speaks the blessed words of commendation:

“Thy faith hath made thee whole.” O words that

shine

Like silver light to pierce the clouding darkness,

Humbly, indeed, I bow before that praise.

Grant me, O blessed One, the strength to follow

Thee closer—with greater faith throughout my

days.

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