A Touch of Faith

By Rebecca Anne Weight

The author lives in Utah, USA.

Lost in the world,
I long to see
The Lord, the Savior.
He is here.
I hear Him.
I feel Him.
How I wish to meet Him
And look into His loving face,
To touch Him
And be cleansed of my imperfections,
As once a woman did.
Oh, what joy it would be
If also it was said to me,
“Arise, O Daughter;
Thy faith hath made thee whole.”
He stands near,
Within my reach.
If I, even in my weakness,
Reach out for Him,
He will bless me.
He will empower me.
He will strengthen me.
He will heal me,
As that woman was
From long ago.