They urged me not to go
Seeing how much worse I'd grown
And all that I had lost.
They said there was no hope
Only danger in pursuing
What to them seemed distant dreams
Of being whole.
But I had heard of you
Coming fresh from stilling a storm
And taming a demoniac.
I heard how
All that gathered at Peter's door
That evening you were there
Were healed
No matter what disease
Or its duration.
The telling of your deeds was
Ringing in my ears and
Singing in my heart
As I struggled through the crowd.
"If I may touch but his clothes,
I shall be whole."
Like a trailing child
Looking for familiar signs of home
I saw your hem.
Like a trembling child
Waking from bad dreams
I clutched your clothes.
As I held on
You drew me out of crowds of fear
Into all the truth that holds me close to you.
You let me feel my God
Healing all my ills.
You called me daughter
Cleansed my sorry dress
Stanched my weariness
And now I'm home
Declaring faithfully
That I am whole.
