His Healing Touch

In shadows deep, where pain held sway,
A woman reached, for hope’s faint ray.
Twelve years of tears, a silent plea,
To touch His hem, and find reprieve.

He felt her touch, a fragile thread,
“Daughter, your faith has made you well,” He said.
Her flow of blood, her burden ceased,
In Christ alone, she found release.

A father’s love, a daughter’s plight,
Jairus sought Him, in the dimming light.
“Do not fear, only believe,” He spoke,
And life’s warm glow, in her awoke.

From death’s cold grip, He called her name,
“Talitha Koum,” arise, He claimed.
And like a flower, blooming anew,
She rose to life, His love shining through.

So if your heart is filled with pain,
Reach out to Him, His touch will sustain.
For He is near, His healing grace,
Will lift you up, and fill your space.

In every wound, each broken plea,
He longs to heal, to set you free.
Just like the woman, and the girl so small,
He’ll make you whole, and answer your call.