Reach For The Hem

I’ve been carrying this body

Longer than I thought I would

I’ve prayed the same prayers in the darkness

Asking You to make it good

I’ve watched the years keep moving

While I’m learning how to wait And sometimes faith feels less like

singing And more like saying Your name

I don’t know if tomorrow changes

I don’t know what You will do

But there’s something in me reaching

Just to get close to You

So I’ll reach for the hem of Your garment

With the little strength I have

Not because I know You’ll heal me

But because I know who You are

If healing comes, I’ll praise You If healing waits,

I’ll praise You still I’m not reaching for a miracle

I’m reaching for You

(reaching for You) There are things that people cannot see That still

can bring me to my knees They ask me how I’m doing

And I say, “I’m okay” Because sometimes explaining hurts

More than the sickness does But You have never needed words

To know what I have carried

What if the miracle isn’t

That I never hurt again?

What if it’s knowing in the hurting

I was never abandoned?

What if You don’t take the thorn away But meet me in

the pain?

What if the hand I’m reaching for Is reaching back the same?

So I’ll reach for the hem of Your garment With whatever strength

remains

Not demanding You explain it Not pretending I’m okay

If healing comes, I’ll praise You If healing waits,

I’ll praise You still

Because You are the miracle

You are the One I seek

Twelve years didn’t make her invisible

And this season won’t make me unseen You noticed her reaching You’ll

notice me

(so I’ll reach)