Poem April 30, 1949 Issue

TREMBLING SHE SPOKE

Myrtle Daugherty

Trembling she spoke.
She had not thought to testify
Of God's good healing Word.

"Who touched my clothes?" the Master asked.
Oh, how should she, the humble one,
Halt Jesus on his errand?
Jairus rich,
A ruler of the synagogue,
His little girl lay dying.

Again, "Who touched my clothes?"
Fearing and trembling, then she knelt
And simply told him all the truth—
How she was healed
Touching his garment's hem as he passed by,
Thronged by the crowd.
Twelve years she had been ill
(So long had Jairus' daughter lived),
Then sudden well
From reaching toward the Christ.
Trembling she spoke.

Did Jesus stop because he knew
These words would help Jairus' faith
When death so soon had to be overcome?

Trembling she spoke. Jairus attentive heard.
She had not thought to testify
Of God's good healing Word.

Myrtle Daugherty

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