When Desperation Meets the Divine

(Inspiration taken from by Mark 5:21–43)

Through crowds that pressed like restless waves,
Past eyes that turned from her in shame,
She moved with steps the years had drained
Through streets of dust and disarray.

Twelve winters stole her strength and name,
Each day became a silent plea;
Yet hope had bloomed from whispered words—
“He heals… He’ll stop. He’ll come for me.”

No royal robe, no lifted hand,
Just trembling fingers, frail and worn,
Reached out to brush the fringe of grace—
And all her hidden shame was torn.

The Healer paused. The rabble hushed.
His searching gaze found where she stood.
“Daughter”—a name she’d never heard
From holy lips of One so good.

Peace wrapped her soul like morning light,
Her secret wounds no more to keep;
And still He walked to Jairus’ home,
Where death lay waiting, cold and deep.

“Fear not,” He said, “but only trust,”
And sudden life broke through the gloom;
For faith will cross the crowded streets
And rise with Him from every tomb.

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