Poem October 25, 1969 Issue

WHO TOUCHED ME?

Margery Macdonald Cantlon

I am one who touched you, Lord.
My need became so great, I dared.

Before the congregation
I confessed this faith and shared
how it has, trembling, grown
from something small as mustard seed
into a heart that knows God's love
is here to meet each need.

Yes, I who dared to touch you, Lord,
now know that just one touch reveals
how seamless garment of the Christ
still heals.

Margery Macdonald Cantlon

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