Who Touched Me?

I'm about to catch up with my poems. I have most of them here.
My problem is that I have spent so much time working with the blog that I have not been as creative in my writing. That will be OK. I believe the creative mind needs a little rest.



Who Touched me?
By Larry R. Linville

“Who touched me?”
He asked that big crowd.
“Is it I?” the disciples asked in unison.
“Save that line for the Last Supper,” Jesus replied.
“Of course you were touched
It’s a very big crowd.”
“If I did it, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry!”
“I know I was touched because I felt my power being drained!”
It became very quiet as nobody spoke.
They looked in each other’s face.
She stumbled toward him
So feeble, so weak
And yet she seemed to glow like the sun.
She fell at his feet prepared for a scolding.
She said “I’m sorry, sweet Lord.”
She told of twelve years of suffering so much
And she felt that she’d get well with a small touch.
A small touch!
I wonder as I sit here today
How many times has that touch of the Lord
Been received in our very day.
Although he is not here in his body to serve
Could it be that the touch spreads today
When someone who loves and follows the Lord
Brings a caring touch to one in need?
Take time to thank God before you go on
For the people from your past
Who have touched your life and brought a good change.
Then, with the faith of that frail little woman
Ask Jesus to help your faith grow
So you, too, can be one who touches a very needy soul.
Who touched you?
Whose life will Jesus touch through you?
You may be surprised.

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