Christian Poetry: A Piece of Him

 

Hit with the rod of infirmity,

Life I bled,

for a dozen year.

In search for cure,

A number of physicians I came across

Alas! Their prescriptions failed.

Left with nothing,

His tale I heard of,

If only I can have a piece of Him!

With a fog of despair between us

A piece of His clothing I grasped,

And my bleeding ceased.

                     Ìyétidé