Touched with our Infirmities
What news, the Master visits,
To heal the rabbi’s daughter!
What news, he comes down our street,
Requested by her father!
What shame, my bleeding mocks me,
Through twelve years quarantined.
What shame, the doctors’ failures,
Heartbroken still, and unclean.
But I’ve heard that He’s healing all who simply trust him.
Yes, I’ve heard that He’s granting forgiveness of all sin.
Oh, I’ve heard that with such power Jehovah Rapha proves him.
What risk! I am forbidden
To venture out in public.
What risk? I know that Jesus
Will not have me remain sick.
What throng! He passes quickly.
A few strides more; he’ll be gone!
What throng! Oh man of mercy,
My touching him can’t be wrong.
What joy! I seized his garment.
My heart leaps like a free calf.
What joy! The blight has lifted,
Curse broken on my behalf.
Lord Jesus, know that I am giving all of my love to thee.
Thy great compassion knew faith’s call as virtue transferred through thee.
If only others moved by faith would come and so pursue thee.
And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.
MATTHEW 8: 17
That it might be fulfilled which was spoken by Esaias the prophet, saying, Himself took our infirmities, and bare our sicknesses.
(Picture by Ron DiCianni)