I do alot of thinking
about your life and your death
when you walked the earth
in the flesh.
I wonder what it would of been like
to know you way back then
to touch the end of your robe
to feel the Love flow
The Love flowing from your robe
to my hand and in my heart
I can amagine how the woman felt
when she rubbed against your robe falling down.
The woman that bled and you asked who touched you
because you felt the power flow out.
Your Love flowed so far and wide
just from your robe to her and healed,
how powerful you are my Lord
in Love and in all kinds of ways.
I wonder what it was like
to pour the oil on you,
right before your death.
The Love you had for these woman
makes me want to dream more
of when you were in the flesh.
To know you way back then
makes me want to know you more now
the love you hold for me and them
makes me dream deep within.
I strive to be like you my King
to know your Love you have for me
to show your Love you have for others
just to think of you keeps me standing
to meet one day face to face
makes me hold on to your sweet embrace.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
9-28-03
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