Wednesday, March 5, 2008

“Who touched Me?”


Despair was my middle name,
Suffering, my faithful friend;
My face was covered with shame,
Life’s woes would see no end!

Twelve years of shedding bloody tears,
Of a weakened body, mind and soul;
I pressed on, parting all my fears,
“This man would make me whole!”

The crowd was fervent to see the marvel,
Of the Miracle Man healing the sick,
The blind, the lame- all were made well;
For His touch today, won’t I be the pick?

The Master was rushing to Jairus’ house,
His twelve year old was dead and gone;
Alongside the mob, my angst did rouse,
I felt reduced to fate’s absurd pawn!

There was nothing left to try,
“The final chance!” I stiffened my heart!
The prospects of cure were way too wry,
The doctors had all done their part!

Finances were zilch- not a penny,
I had reached the end of the rope,
To turn for help, there wasn’t any,
But, in this man, lay a ray of hope!

I crawled on, believing in the unseen,
I saw a healed me thro’ the eyes of faith,
I reached out with a resolve too strong to ween,
And a grit sharpened in time’s own lathe!

Touching the hem of His garment was all I could do,
In that instant, with an eerie power did I quiver!
He stopped!! “Who touched Me?” Who?!
His voice pierced the din, and made me shiver!

I fell face down at His feet,
My story, in tears I mumbled,
He smiled in no airs of the feat,
My being, in grace, was humbled!

“Daughter!”, said He,
"Your faith has healed you!
With you shall peace be!”
He left. And the crowd too.

I picked myself up,
Blurred in blissful awe,
Suffering’s sour cup,
Lay crushed by faith’s paw!

I know not what to tell
The world, of me or of Him,
But I’d declare aloud, the spell,
My faith had on His hem!

When cures fail and comforts flee,
Rescue is just a Faith- touch away!
He must stop and ask,“Who touched Me?”
Let Him not pass you by on His way!

Based on: Matthew 9:20-22; Mark 5:25-34; Luke 8:43-47


6 Comments:

Blogger Abhishek said...

Well versed poetry... salutations madam :)

You truly are gifted with words.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008  
Blogger Who am I? said...

kudos!! I jst love that incident..! and you've portrayed it so beautifully..! Praise God! :):):)

Thursday, March 06, 2008  
Blogger Sujith Alex said...

Where in the world did she get the idea that the healing would come if she touched the hem of His garment? Surely she had heard about Jesus before and common logic would have you going and requesting him for a healing. However, the idea of creeping up behind him and touching the tip of his garment..where did that come from? I do not know where it did come from, but the idea suggests something about her faith:

Heaven's always open to touch you. It's up to you to reach out and touch heaven. In fact, heaven was so open to touch her, that even Christ himself did not have control over power departing from Him. The secret to heaven touching you depends on your desire to touch heaven.

Monday, March 10, 2008  
Blogger Krupa said...

I really liked this...u really have a gift...may it be pruned more to glorify u'r Gift- Giver to greater heights!!
love,
Krupa

Monday, March 17, 2008  
Blogger Susan said...

Sarah!!

This is beautiful!! Wow, truly, you have an awesome gift gal....no doubt, you're one of my favourite writers! :))

Susan

Thursday, March 27, 2008  
Blogger Sarah said...

:-) Thank you, precious people!

Monday, June 16, 2008  

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