Psonnets of Courtship
You Touched Me

Give me your hand, my love, as you feel led,
for do you pray your prayers for me in vain?
You prayed for me, my suffering and pain,
and as you prayed for me, the prayers you said
bound up my wounds as if His wounds still bled,
for I was wounded, but your touch was plain.
You touched me, and I felt His touch again.
My sickbed will not be our marriage bed.
I called the elders of the church for prayer,
and saints were gathered in His name to pray
with laying on of hands, and when I there
perceived that virtue came from where you lay
your hands so virtuously, 'twas then where
I knew I would ask for your hand this day.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org