Would that I had died in your place
Absalom, my son , my son.
We soon will have run our race.
Our children our rising sun.
My little daughter is desperately sick.
Do come to lay your hands on her and save her life.
We are the dead and not so quick.
Frailty and death are rife.
Jaurus was influential , powerful.
The sick woman was weak .
Whoever we are we answered if prayerful.
We will find an answer if we seek .
We may only touch his unseen cloak.
But our faith needs be solid as oak .
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We reach for his cloak
He feels his power leaving
He knows we are here
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See 2 Samuel 18,19 and Mark 5: 21-43
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