The True Healer
The latest doctor turned away.
“There’s nothing I can do.
I’ve tried my best to stop your blood,
But still it pours on through.”
Tears filled her eyes as her last hope
Walked out and closed the door.
She hit her knees and cried to God
As she knelt on the floor.
“I have no place that I can turn.
My money all is spent.
No doctor here can save me now.”
She felt abandonment.
She wondered for an instant if
God’s promise was a lie.
Words floated through her window as
A pair of men walked by.
“He healed the blind, the leper and
The lame with just a touch.
This Jesus has the power of God
That He can do so much!”
Now she had heard of Jesus, too,
How He could heal with ease.
She felt within her soul that He
Could heal her strange disease.
She knew she shouldn’t be in crowds
Because she was unclean,
But there was just no other way
This Jesus could be seen.
She washed her face and grabbed her cloak
And felt the greatest hope,
That Jesus was an answered prayer
When she could no more cope.
She found the crowds around the Man
And heard the desperate plea
For Him to save his little girl,
As she pushed close to see.
But Jesus started walking off
To go and see the child.
The woman couldn’t let him go.
Her fear became quite wild.
She forced her way into the crowd
And reached to touch his cloak.
She felt inside that’s all it’d take.
Her sickness would be broke.
As she, in faith, touched just the hem,
And said a whispered prayer,
She felt strange warmth; knew she was healed
Before she met His stare.
She hadn’t noticed that He’d stopped
And turned to face the crowd.
“Who touched Me?” He demanded low,
And she just gasped out loud.
While others chided Him, she knew
That she was who He meant,
So, shaking deep inside, she pushed
A man aside and went
To kneel there in the dusty street
And softly to confess
Her story and how doctors all
Just added to the mess.
“I prayed for healing and God sent
Me here to ask of You.
Though You are not a doctor, I
Had heard what You could do.
I trusted God had sent me here
And knew that You could heal.
And when I touched Your garment, oh,
Such healing I could feel!”
The crowd could hear the fervency
In her impassioned plea.
And saw the smile on Jesus’ face,
“My daughter, you are free.
Your faith in God and trust in Me
Has worked to make you whole.
Now go your way and live the life
That your disease had stole.”
She stood a little taller and
She knew her life was new
And changed forever from that day
She learned that God is true.
(c)2015 Denise McKenney
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