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)