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! 
 
 
 

5 thoughts on “The Fringe of His Garment”

1. Beautiful poem of faith!

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   • Thanks Deb!

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     • You’re welcome! Have a great day!
2. 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.

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   • 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.

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