Christ Jesus

Amidst the city's noisy throngThe Master walked. Above the dinHe caught the note of angel song;He heard the still, small voice within.

He saw the multitudes who cameTo touch the garment's healing hem.No praise he sought, no word of fame;His work, to bless each one of them.

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