"For she said, If I may touch
but His clothes, I shall
Just one touch from His hand. And I will be made whole.
Whole in spirit.
Whole in heart.
Whole in Him.
On my knees, I reach for the hem of His garment.
Stretching forth my arm, I reach out with all
that I have. He is just within my grasp.
Falling on my face, I feel my fingertips graze
the edge of His robe.
Just one touch.
I feel the power of the Almighty course through my body.
Power that only comes from Him.
Power that knows no limits.
It is released in my being and beginning a new work.
A work of healing.
A work of new direction.
Just one touch and now I worship.
On my face, I give praise to the One who is so worthy.
Yearning for more.
Thank you, sweet Lord, for the power that comes from just one touch. I love you and I worship you for who you are. You are my all in all.