Not Only Will I Touch the Hem of Your Garment

I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed? Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen? Different from the kind to where I had been? Could Your timing have been more impeccable? And Your approach be more unbelievable? But I’ll undoubtedly put the last of my trust in You I have much to lose, yes, indeed that’s true But out of options I’ve finally run And now even money, I truly have none So I will find my way to your garment So You can put an end to this bloody ailment With an old blood-stained dress I start out and on I press I hurry through the deafeningly noisy crowd Each one giving a careless, yet imploring shout And it feels like You move further With every step I take to get closer “Please, if You are the Saviour”, I think, “help me to press on, for I’m at the brink Of breaking down, about to forfeit I’m helplessly at the mercy of defeat.” Not only will I touch your garment But You will make my life to Your goodness a testament Finally, after pushing past the multitude, I see an open space To my advantage, in the other direction, is turned His face Unworthy I am, so I really do not have to talk to Him All I truly need to do is swiftly touch His hem The hem of the Saviour’s garment, that’s all I really need And then from this sickening bondage of blood I’ll be freed I touch His garment, and it really was not my intention To in any way catch the Saviour’s attention I find it strange that no change in me I see Until that mysterious Physician spots me And confirms soothingly to my soul “…thy faith hath made thee whole.” So not only will I touch the hem of Your garment swiftly But I will praise You from the bottom of my heart sweetly Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as I said I would But I will ever bear in my heart of hearts to my Saviour gratitude Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment, but strife I will, as I hold onto You, Lord, for dear life Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment with my finger But in Your presence I will overstay my welcome and persistently linger Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as scary As it may seem, I will cling to You, oh, loving and lovable Redeemer of Calvary