This poem by George Macdonald is based on the story found in Luke 8: 43-48.
Near Him she stole, rank after rank;
She feared approach too loud;
She touched His garment's hem, and shrank,
Back in the sheltering crowd.
She feared approach too loud;
She touched His garment's hem, and shrank,
Back in the sheltering crowd.
A shame-faced gladness thrills her frame:
Her twelve years' fainting prayer
Is heard at last! she is the same
As other women there!
Her twelve years' fainting prayer
Is heard at last! she is the same
As other women there!
She hears His voice. He looks about,
Ah! is it kind or good
To drag her secret sorrow out
Before that multitude?
Ah! is it kind or good
To drag her secret sorrow out
Before that multitude?
The eyes of men she dares not meet—
On her they straight must fall!
Forward she sped, and at His Feet
Fell down, and told Him all.
On her they straight must fall!
Forward she sped, and at His Feet
Fell down, and told Him all.
To the one refuge she hath flown,
The Godhead's burning flame!
Of all earth's women she alone
Hears there the tenderest name!
The Godhead's burning flame!
Of all earth's women she alone
Hears there the tenderest name!
"Daughter," He said, "be of good cheer;
Thy faith hath made thee whole":
With plenteous love, not healing mere,
He comforteth her soul.
Thy faith hath made thee whole":
With plenteous love, not healing mere,
He comforteth her soul.
by George Macdonald
Oh! God I pray that I too can have faith as the woman did in this poem! I think about the millions of people who Jesus has healed because their "faith made them whole." I pray that though my body may soon become weak and trembling like this woman, I may have faith set in stone like she. Though my body is weak, my faith will always be unwavering and true.
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