When I read and reviewed Cynthia Patterson’s book, “It Had to Happen”, (see my post of July 16, 2011), I was taken aback by which scripture passage Cynthia had chosen – Mark 5:25-26. Almost exactly ten years ago that passage was given to me for meditation – for me to put myself in the role of the hemorrhaging woman longing to be cured by Jesus. It was suggested to me that instead of hemorrhaging, I could substitute a real health issue that I was dealing with – whatever that might be.
The date was July 15, 2001.
I returned to my room, sat on the windowsill, and placed myself in the crowd scene with Jesus. And as I did that I began to long for a cure, and I knew that all I had to do was touch the hem of His garment. If I could only reach Him, I need to get closer, if I can but touch a small edge of His garment, my pain will dissolve:
Jesus is Waiting for Me
I call out for help
He’s moving too fast
He’s too far ahead
I cannot keep up.
I’m unable to run
I can’t move any faster
Don’t leave ‘til I get there
Hey, Jesus! Wait up!
He stops and He turns
He seems to be thinking
He seems to look back
Is He looking for me?
Is He waiting for me??
I fall and I stumble
While tears fill my eyes
I cannot quite get there
He seems to hear my cry
Hey, Jesus! Wait up!
I fall and I hurt
Where does this pain come from?
I blink through my tears
And now see His face
He turns and He smiles
He’s smiling at me!
Jesus is waiting for me!!
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Patricia
Choose Joy!
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Thank you, Ann. I am truly awed that my poem would touch you.
Patricia
You are welcome Patricia. I have found that feedback on my writing from people that a piece has been a blessing to them in some way is the best gift.
Awesome. And I needed this now. Thank God I am physically aok, but my heart aches for the years I have waited, and now continue waiting to be able to move to the place – now where I am originally from – but, the place I found which keeps calling me HOME.
Ooops… the last sentence should say “NOT where I am originally from – ”
🙂