THE TOUCH

Who touched Me, He cried, while in the midst of a crowd,

Somebody touched Me, Jesus asked it out aloud,

But nobody owned up for they all did deny,

Can’t you hear them exclaiming? It’s not me! Not I!

Practical Peter then spoke and said to Jesus,

That people would be touching Him, was obvious,

Lord you see how people around You are crowding,

It’s natural that they upon You will be pressing.

But Jesus was speaking about a different touch,

Not the ordinary pressing on Him as such,

But the kind of touch that power from Him drew out,

Jesus knew that He was touched, beyond any doubt. 

 

 

Jesus, the Love Man is still touched in special ways,

As that sick woman touched Him in those bible days,

For Love still walks among the crowds quite openly,

His presence is made known to all most visibly;

Although many touched Love, as He journeyed along,

Crowds, almost crushing Him, in a tremendous throng,

One touch of His clothing by a woman in need,

Immediately caused her no longer to bleed;

Through a touch of faith, most unrecognizable,

She, among in the crowd, made herself invisible; 

But Jesus, though not seeing her, felt her touching,

The touch that drew the power of Love, for healing.

 

 

Since Jesus is Love, then Love walks around freely,

Among crowds whom Love cares for and cares for dearly,

Daily Love is crowded and even pressed upon,

As several seeking and searching hearts, Love has won,

And though many are touching Him at this moment,

Only the touch of faith will be in agreement,

With the will and way, that the Lord of Love, pleases,

As faith, Love’s power, in the human releases;   

Love feels the touch of faith as power from Him goes,

That faith hides in the crowd, Love definitely knows,

Love calls out this faith that gives the needy release,

And says, your faith has healed you My child, go in peace.                                                     

                                  Amen!