Abide In Me

I touched Him once, then ran away;
I thought "That's all I need to do.
I'll tell the world of who I've seen,
And then they all can know Him, too."

I spoke to many people then
Of One I'd touched and seen back then.
One asked a question: "Where is He now?"
I could not answer; I knew not how.

So back again to Christ I ran
For one more touch; this was my plan -
To know His touch, to find His place,
Then run to tell the human race.

But when I came He held my hand
And would not let me go.
"Abide in my, my little one,
And then the world shall know."