Have you ever felt, when all around you seemed like only hurt, that there's just one thin strand to cling to, when all your friends just desert? Just like that old woman, left crying out in the dirt. She knew she only need reach out to find mercy by simply touching his skirt, She had tried all the doctors so what would touching him hurt?
She was weary and burdened and was drained and so thin But, she pushed and she cried as she reached out further to Him. The crowd was too big; she believed His power from within. If she failed on this day, only a grave she would win.
The throng had no mercy! They all had lives in need of healing in the land. She would not be denied, for there she would take her stand! Only this man could save her, right there in the sand. She knew he was the Savior, so she stretched forth her hand!
"Jesus, Oh Jesus, do you hear my strong plea? Jesus, Oh Jesus, will you too have no mercy on me? I come here now seeking; now, I know I believe Only you ever will be who you claim to be!"
The power, and the light, the lowly healer turned toward her worry-strained face. "Tell me who touched me," He cried "for I have never seen greater faith! It was not that you touched me that made your pain now erase It was because that you sought me. It was because of your faith!"
"Now, as I crawl here in the sand, I beheld the form of this man It was just to touch His tattered garment that sent power through my hand. My body defied death and now here I will stand! I am redeemed!"
"Jesus, Oh Jesus, you heard my strong plea? Jesus, Oh Jesus, you had mercy on me?
I came here not knowing, but now, I know in whom I believe. Only you ever will be who you claim to be!"
"I am set Free!"
Steven C. Bradley