Mark 5:25-34

Her names not mentioned
yet she was real,
and the pain she bore
12 years was healed.

Doomed impure,
forced to carry a bell,
unclean, unclean
she'd have to yell.

No-one would touch her
but the doctors she'd see,
yet they couldn't fix her
nor set her free.

Her faith in the Saviour
was strong and so real,
she knew that He had
the power to heal.

She pushed with courage
past every man,
then fell her knees
upon the ground.

With an outstretched hand
she breathed a sigh,
His hem she caught
as he passed by.

Our Saviour pressing
through the crowd,
suddenly stopped
to turn around.

Who touched me?
A question asked,
the lady hoping
he'd quickly pass.

One hath touched me
again He proclaimed,
the lady appeared
a little ashamed.

Twas I that pushed
through all of them,
I knew if I
but touched your hem..

my broken body
would then be free,
no more this pain
or physicians fee.

and now I feel
no more smart,
there is peace and joy
within my heart.

Thy faith hath made thee
whole, she said,
and then I'm sure
the lady wept.

Her names not mentioned
yet she was real,
and the pain she bore
12 years was healed.