Bleeding Woman

Shame trickling down from between my legs,
Walking impurity stirring disgust,
Doctors have just left me to my last dregs,
My money spent with almost all my trust.
A crowd clings to my salvation,
I reach out to touch him, to dam my flood,
For I am a daughter of his nation,
He shall release me from my endless blood.
I touch his cloak. Power pulsing healing,
He asks who has touched him, I tell
My story, revealing my pain kneeling,
How he has dragged me out from my hell.
My faith has made me well, I go in peace,
To stand accepted as my torments cease.

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