Oh, Jesus, You are very near

but You’re so busy that I fear

You’ll hurry on and pass me by.

And yet, I hope my heart You’ll hear.

I reach a timid, well-worn hand

to grasp Your cloak — even just a strand.

And before I can utter a tiny cry,

I feel something in my soul expand.

Then on trembling knees I humbly bow

as I hear You say You do avow

my deepest need to now supply

as Yourself my spirit You endow.

I rise again, my being spry

to walk in ways that glorify

You who heard my inner cry

and stopped instead of passing by.

-Chris Ahlemann