TREMBLING SHE SPOKE

Trembling she spoke.She had not thought to testifyOf 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.

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