And certainly not so bold
As she used to be.
She'd heard from the crowd around
That nowhere could there be found
A man as mighty as He.
So she'd wait here by the hedge
Stand on this grassy ledge
And wait for Him to pass by.
She felt the heat and longed to shout
She heard the people round about
Say "He is coming."
People passed, happy and gay
But she ached so very much today
Suddenly - there He was.
What joy, what gladness filled her heart,
If she could touch him 'ere he depart
She knew He'd do her good.
She pushed and pummelled her way through men,
Fell down, got up, then fell again
Only to see Him leave.
Amongst all the crowd he seemed to be caught
I must get near to Him, she thought,
I must reach Him.
Once more the old woman pushed and fought
I'll just touch the hem of His robe she thought.
And she did.
Her hand went out, she touched the hem
Of his garment, He turned to the men
and said "Who touched me?"
"My Lord it was I" the old woman said.
Jesus looked at her and lovingly said,
"Your faith has made you whole."
