Handshake of the Saved
by: Dana Stamps, II
If Jesus came to my village,
I would not crowd the Savior
in the streets. I would await
a visit from Him – if He
chooses to come. He knows
what I ail of, and what I
wail of, each of these days.
What could touching Him do
that a prayer couldn’t? My
knees will be bowed before
the fulfillment of must bow.
I’ll allow my God to relax
His touch; He will always
remember the kindness with
the peace of my ready hand.
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