In a desperate search for healing, this outcast woman finds more – her identity.
Who am I?
Who am I? I’m a woman unseen,
Nameless, they see me and cry out, “unclean”.
Twelve years abandoned and left aside,
Weak, ashamed, ignored and no one by my side.
“The Son of God” , they say, “He’s come”,
“His name is Jesus”, “He’s healing”, “Look, miracles have begun!”
Who am I? sigh, he will surely never know,
But then at least, I will be healed, if only I just go.
“He’s over there, but there are crowds”, I lament,
I push through, for I must at least touch his garment.
Who am I? , I cry as tears run down like water,
But then, He healed me, turned around, and called me…“Daughter”.
(Adapted from the Biblical narrative in Luke 8:43-48)
soulstrings4u.blog 
Wow !! Great 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely beautiful.
Excellent flow in the writing bringing out the right emotions through words. Was blessed reading it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Junie.
LikeLike
Thank you Jacob. It is a reminder to us that we are God’s children.
LikeLike
Our God is Amazing Healer.
This Living Lord Jesus now has given has given His gift to His disciple like us to go and heal and do miraclea in His name in Luke 10:19 and 11:20.
He don’t want us to be blind believers but to disciple show His wonders and to work of His kingdom.
LikeLike
I agree.
LikeLike