The crowds pressed in but yet your feet kept onThe man’s dear girl was death about to tasteHe plead for hands upon her flesh to touchChrist, why take patient time which seems a waste?//
She spent all that she had in hope of cureOr was it hope of being seen at allHer plight grew worse, despite desire pureWhich pain the worse, blood or a thousand deaths?//
The flesh and mind can hold despair untold
For some it feels like legion, blurring eyes
How many women did Physician heal?
Combatting agony her hand did rise
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And yet, where but waste places dare be boldOn our worst day you stoop, bring warmth from cold





Love this. One of my favorite stories in Scripture!