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June 8, 2004
Perhaps …
"Perhaps, if I could but touch His robe, I would be healed!" the phrase wearing a track within my mind like a broken LP stuck on the same repetitive thought
"Perhaps …" "Maybe if …" "What about …"
endlessly working a path around the incessant silence hopefully trying all the tricks that have worked for others with no more result than a broken heart and increasing pain
"My God!" "My God!" "Why have you …"
but you have not forsaken me, it is I who has abandoned You I know it is Your love that holds all that I have, safe I have no doubt that my life is held secure within Your hand
"But God," "I hurt!" "Where is Your touch?"
"Perhaps, if I could but touch His robe, I would be healed!" endlessly, hopefully, searching for His robe that I could reach out, touch it and be made new
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Perhaps ... A poem by Peter Rhebergen Download the book Each New Day a Miracle Bible Studies How to Study the Bible Life is Wonderful Photography Copyright 2024 About me |
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