Sunday, July 1, 2012

If I Could Just ...

touch the hem of Your cloak. That was all I wanted to do that day~just reach out and touch Your garment, and then disappear into the crowd unnoticed.
But You would not let it end there. You knew, in the midst of that maddening crowd that someone not only touched You, but also unleashed Your power. 
You turned to find me standing there. Meeting Your penetrating gaze, I could not help but tell You the whole of my story. 
With more love  and mercy than I had ever seen in anyone's eyes, You assured me that my faith in You had healed me. And now I can go and live my life in You~ a life that bears witness to that one healing Touch.

Closing Prayer

Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King

My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.

Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.