She had suffered 12 long years,
barren, in disgrace.
Sought physicians far and wide
for any hope she could embrace.
She had spent all that she had
pursuing an elusive cure,
but disgrace remained her only friend,
to hopelessness endure.
Then one day, she heard a tale...
the rumor of a man.
A transient, an indigent
Who preached a Kingdom plan.
The gossip that she heard, that day
sparked within a flame...
She knew if she could meet this man,
life would never be the same.
She asked about and heard it said
a carpenter was he...
and though He traveled round about,
His home was Galilee.
She set out with nothing more
than a burning deep inside,
drawn blindly to a crowded street
where her access was defied.
She gave it not a single thought
and pushed into the din...
There was Power in this place,
she felt it stir within.
If she could but touch His hem...
She must, that's all she knew,
and as she pressed in closer,
her heart's convictions grew.
She fought her way into the throng,
though weak and ill she felt,
until she stepped behind Him,
where it seemed like she would melt.
Falling to her knees she reached
with trembling, brushed His gown.
Then suddenly He stopped and spoke,
as the Master turned around.
"Who is it that touched me?"
He said with great command...
"I felt The Power leave me."
then, looked down with outstretched hand.
She'd felt a rush of tingling heat
from finger tip to toes...
surging forth like lightening
as she thought, "Dear God, He knows!"
The Master looked intently,
with His penetrating gaze...
She whispered, "It was I, Sir",
as her eyes with tears did glaze...
It was in the instant that
her fingers barely brushed
the hem of This Man's garment
that His Healing Power rushed.
He spoke to her so gently, then
with tender love, He said,
"Your faith, this day, has healed you,"
then the crowd pushed Him ahead.
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