Reaching

How many, as the Master walked along,Held back from asking for his help, were awed,Or disbelieved, or doubted? Yet the throngHeld some who recognized their lives were flawedBy sickness, sin, or grief. The leper cried,Some blind called out, told Jesus of their plight,A woman mourning that her son had died—Then through their faith they felt Christ's healinglight.Do we reach for the Christ in fervent prayer?Do we call out, expecting to be whole?Then, we won't let Love's Christ pass by. Right thereWe'll know God's harmony—the realm of Soul.As we stretch thought, beholding God's reflection,We'll feel Immanuel—know man's perfection.

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