The people were many in number
The woman wearily pushed her way through
She had one thing on her mind
There was something she must do
She had been Ill, so very long
Her body was under a great strain
Though within her heart she had faith
Her health . . . she would regain
She labored so very hard
Being shoved against the crowd
"If only I could touch his robe"
She began to chant out loud
While Jesus headed up the mass
He felt "Strength" leaving his soul
The woman had touched the hem of his robe
Immediately . . . She was made whole
The desire of that sickly woman
was evident, without a doubt
Trusting in Jesus for her healing
Her faith . . . Brought it about!
Copyright 1998 Judith Johnson Kypta
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