At the fringe of the garment of Jesus Was a place that was humble and low And a Master so Holy yet gentle All the years of her searching He knows While she presses through crowds Jesus lingered No one noticed her there in that place But there at the hem of His garment She found mercy and healing and grace So trust Him today and forever Take hold of the fringe of His robe For He welcomes the humble and weary And has promised us grace for the road!
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Beautiful poem of faith!
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This reads like song lyrics—with the last stanza being the chorus. Bust out that guitar and put it on YouTube, Pastor Pete! I’d love to hear it. Great poetry. Blessings.
I have something I am working on but had never considered these as the lyrics. Thanks for the idea. I’ll give it a try and see.