I can relate to that woman who came to You, knowing in her heart that one touch would heal.
Her problem was a flow of blood.
Mine is an issue of the heart.
I feel an ache inside and wonder if there is good in it -- maybe it drives me after You.
But I feel wearied at times.
I feel that if I could just be in Your arms, all of the cares would melt away.
I'm thirsty for You.
I feel I'm not worthy to set my eyes on You.
Can I still come to Your feet?
I would lay my hands there and rest, or maybe kiss them.
I would rest in Your healing presence and let my tears fall
And perhaps wipe them away with my hair, like the woman who was forgiven.
Like the man You rescued from the mountains and tombs, I would ask to stay near You and never leave.
Her problem was a flow of blood.
Mine is an issue of the heart.
I feel an ache inside and wonder if there is good in it -- maybe it drives me after You.
But I feel wearied at times.
I feel that if I could just be in Your arms, all of the cares would melt away.
I'm thirsty for You.
I feel I'm not worthy to set my eyes on You.
Can I still come to Your feet?
I would lay my hands there and rest, or maybe kiss them.
I would rest in Your healing presence and let my tears fall
And perhaps wipe them away with my hair, like the woman who was forgiven.
Like the man You rescued from the mountains and tombs, I would ask to stay near You and never leave.