Just the hem
When life is beyond my control… did I ever have control anyway?
When I’m at the end of my tether…
When my weakness is now all I have left..
When I wish I could do more…
When I wish I could do anything at all…
When all seems impossible…
When bills are a mountain and income not even a bump…
When I realise a home is not just the building you hope to pay for…
When all seems impossible…
When orphans go hungry despite Your request we care for them…
When parents walk away too blind to see the blessing they’ve been told is a curse…
When life’s value has been stolen…
When all seems impossible…
When I am on my face before You, God, because I see myself as I truly am…
When repentance and faith and redemption go beyond forgiveness…
When I can no longer be silent…
When all seems impossible…
When victory seems distant…
When my heart breaks and breaks and breaks…
So You can undo what I’ve done to it all these years…
When I wish they could hear me across oceans…
When I wish ‘orphan’ didn’t also mean alone… unloved… dying…
When I wish my arms were strong enough to carry them…
When I just want to whisper to them that You love them and this world is not their home…
When I wish I could whisper that to them in my arms in my home…
When all seems impossible…
Help me to see…
Help me to never lose sight…
Help me always be at least a touch away…
from the hem of Your garment…
Let me never be more than a breath away from Your Name…
May I always be able to cry out for You to wash me with Your Sacrifice…
That You can look upon me…
and not see me as I truly am….
but who You have redeemed me to be…
to be called by Your Name…
Keep Your Words on my lips and their plight the pieces of my broken heart…
and never be more than a touch away from…
… just the hem
*originally written by Lucille Brown and posted in February of 2011
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