The woman with the issue of the blood, who touched Jesus' garment and was healed.
wrote this some time ago, hope you enjoy-
Troubled and desperate, her faith was strong
Crawling to the Light, indeed it shone
The state of her illness, it had been Long
She sought physicians to make her whole
But they made her worse
And grieved her soul
She spent all she had
And was nothing bettered
But in the Son of man, her faith was anchored
She stretched forth her hand
Toward the light
And she touched his garment ever so tight
On this cause there was no more sorrow
The issue had ceased even unto the morrow
By faith was healed, made whole, repaired
The Lord is Loving
The Lord is Blest
The Lord is my refuge when I need rest
wrote this some time ago, hope you enjoy-
Troubled and desperate, her faith was strong
Crawling to the Light, indeed it shone
The state of her illness, it had been Long
She sought physicians to make her whole
But they made her worse
And grieved her soul
She spent all she had
And was nothing bettered
But in the Son of man, her faith was anchored
She stretched forth her hand
Toward the light
And she touched his garment ever so tight
On this cause there was no more sorrow
The issue had ceased even unto the morrow
By faith was healed, made whole, repaired
The Lord is Loving
The Lord is Blest
The Lord is my refuge when I need rest