I touched the hem of his garment
As he passed by one night.
I awaken in early morning,
Filled with peace and light!
I touch the hem of his garment
When the day is full of care
And His love flows out to me
Like an answer to a prayer.
I reach out for the hem of His garment
At night - too tired for prayer
And his nearness and presence fills me,
I know - He?s already there.
© Elizabeth Anderson 1975
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