For years I’d lived a leper’s life
And known a beggar’s trade;
My ragged clothes were all I’d had,…
Seemed no one ever cared.
But then, one day, a kind One came,
Who pitied my despair;
His loving smile my spirits raised –
He lent a listening ear.
He told me of a great God’s love
For every suffering soul;
And then, He did it – touched my rags –
He touched and made me whole!
He bade me go a mile with him;
My love, it sent me twain.
I found that, walking thus with Him
Would mean eternal gain.
I saw my fallen rags – those
Ugly sins that I had worn,
And pictured, then, the heavy cross
Which, for me, He had borne.
My skin was clean, so was my life;
My leprosy was gone;
A Friend I’d found – a Saviour, too;
My whole life He had won.
He owns my heart, my life, my all;
He cleansed my sinful soul
That very day He touched my rags.
He came, and made me whole.
Penned: 1976
Published: 1997, American Society of Poets
Edited: November 21, 2015
Copyright (c) 2018 Dahana Baxter. All rights reserved.
