I want to touch the hem of your garment
I want to hide within your robes
I want to cling to you forever
O Lord I’ll never let you go
I want to climb upon your knee
I want to lean upon your breast
I want to hear you whisper to me
Peace, my child I know what’s best
I will be still and know that You are my God
I will exalt thee
I will exalt thee
With my life
I want to give myself completely
To have our two hearts beat as one
To hear you say when this life’s over
Welcome home my child, well done
O Lord I know I am not worthy
Of all the kindness you have shown
O how I glory in your mercy
So glad to be your very own
I will be still and know that You are my God
I will exalt thee
I will exalt thee
With my life
The gospels of Mark and Luke tell of a woman who sought healing from Jesus by just touching the border of his garment. “I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness…” Isaiah 61:10
Tea and Poetry 