By Ken G. Cooper
Condemned unclean these many years
No hope of healing, just off tears.
Physicians tried but can’t replace
The emptiness of “helpless case”.
But I’ve just heard a diff’rent view,-
Is it gossip or really true?
A man is healing everyone,
Whether a parent, daughter, son.
The question is can he heal me,
Infirm these years for all to see?
The habit of illness hard to shake:
The thought of healing makes me quake!
I ask around. He’s coming here!
This Jesus, this amazing seer.
A man runs shouting “Look at me!
I was borne lame and now I’m free!”
Another shout and further joy;
A mother hugs her little boy.
The crowd it gathers steadily.
This man approaches, will pass me!
I see Love in his eyes, incredible light,
The look of assurance and infinite might.
The crowds throng him closely, just how to get near,
Don’t want him to see me, I feel awesome fear.
The sounds of rejoicing resound with a din.
I move among people that clamour for him.
The love that just shines from this wonderful man
Gives me a confidence that nothing else can.
I know it sounds silly but I know this much
All that is needed is the most gentle touch!
I get nearer and nearer, just one person behind,
My heart skips a beat as I reach out my hand!
“Who touched me?!”
Mocking his question, each in turn,
His disciples have much to learn.
For I feel deep salvation pure,
The love of Christ my holy cure.
But now in health I am not hid
And I must do as I am bid.
In wondrous fear I answer his call,
Declare the touch that simply heals all
He speaks again, with strength of Soul,
“Daughter thy faith hath made thee whole;
Go in peace” that’s all that he said,
But I’m now free from my sick bed.
Oh how to share with each of you
The meaning of just what is true:
We all can banish every doubt,
By simply this: just reaching out.
Luke 8: 43-48
©Ken G Cooper 2017