Touching His Garment

by Shirley Denton
(Dayton, Ohio)

At the wake of day I began to pray

many burdens I had to share

my eyes filled with tears as I called out to Him

fears consumed my mind

no peace could I find

Lord I know you are here

you never forsake me

when I'm in need

Oh merciful father if I could just touch your garment

rivers of healing waters would rush over my wounded body

Stay near me Lord for I'm weak and you are strong

I shall praise you in my sickness till night consumes the day

holding onto faith with every breath I pray