"Moment in Time" Poem

MOMENT IN TIME

I often wonder what it would be like to travel the long dusty roads
The exact ones where my precious Savior walked
I can see it in my mind now
Thousands of people gather ‘round
To listen to His stories
What if I was in the crowd?
Jesus mingled with the lame and meek
He hung with people like me
Even though the holy people said it was a shame
The lame longed to be made whole
The blind longed to see
All of the sudden the crowd stopped
Their mouths gaped open
A woman came crawling down the dirt covered street
With every move she made
You could see she was in pain
What if that woman was me?
Longing to get a glimpse of this Jesus
What would it be like to touch the hem of His robe?
Would my faith have been enough?
I wonder what it would have been like if it was me who touched His robe
For just a moment in time, would the world stop?
Would everything go in slow motion as I scramble to my feet?
How would people react?
Would Jesus stop so I could catch a glimpse
Of the man who would soon shed His blood for me?
I wonder what it would feel like to run
Or dance
In that moment in time would I fall to His feet?
Would I finally feel free?
Free enough to fly?
Oh how I wish I could have a moment in time such as this
To touch His robe
And look my Savior in the eye
And finally be able to dance in freedom's song.

By Heather

8-27-01