Poem - Touch of Faith

A woman afflicted with a rare blood disorder, reached out a hand and touched a cloth border. The garment was holy as it was what Jesus wear, "Who touched me?" He questioned all who were there. The woman noticed that she was not hid, trembling before him she admitted she did. "I have been healed from the depths of my pain," she told him why and she tried to explain. Jesus called her daughter, brought warmth to her soul, "Be of good comfort thy faith made thee whole."   The heavens are open with the light of His Love, faithful in spirit, sweet blessings above.