Touch Me

You
have come
to My house
and I welcome you.
You have knelt
before Me
in worship.
You have spoken to Me
in prayer.
You have even listened
to My words
to you,
but
you have not
touched Me.
Unless
you touch Me
My power
cannot be released
in you;
to you;
through you.
You need
to draw close
to Me;
to touch Me;
to touch
even
the hem of My garment.
Then,
and only then,
will you know My power
working in you;
working with you;
working through you.
My child;
My children,
I know too
how much
you long
for Me
to touch you;
to put My hand
upon all those places
that hurt;
to put My arms
around you;
to hold you
close.
As you long
for My touch
so
I long for yours.
Do not be afraid.
Do not fear
what others might say.
Do not fear
what might happen.
I will not harm you.
I will not embarrass you.
I seek only
to show you
how much
I love you.
I long
to show you.
I long for you
to come to Me,
to come in trust;
to come eagerly;
to come without fear
as a child
runs to its mother
and is caught up
in her arms.
I long for you
to be like
that child.
So many;
so many
of My children
are starved
of the touch of others;
of My touch.
Do not be one of them.
Accept My invitation.
Come.
Come now
and
touch Me.

© Kathleen Wilks