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<p>No one knows her name<br /></p><p>She crept up behind our Lord</p><p>Invisible to the pressing crowd</p><p>Faith pulled her forward</p><p>With the whisper “If only I can touch the hem, just the hem”</p><p>Eyes to the ground, face covered, head down</p><p>She moved quietly through the crowd</p><p>Avoiding any eye contact</p><p>Lest anyone shout “Unclean, Unclean!”</p><p>Nameless though she was</p><p>She stopped Jesus in His tracks</p><p>Her faith had drawn power from the master’s compassion</p><p>Who touched me?</p><p>She slunk away</p><p>Fear whispered “I am undone”</p><p>Eyes down, head bowed, head covered</p><p>She made to back away</p><p>But the quiet authority held her fast</p><p>Who touched me?</p><p>I felt power leave me</p><p>Who touched me?</p><p>Just as she thought to turn and run</p><p>His eyes found hers and with quiet authority</p><p>The command in her spirit – Truth child</p><p>Fear fled, Faith moved</p><p>Boldness thrust her forward</p><p>Bowing before the Lord, she spoke</p><p>“It was I Lord'</p><p>By Imabong Faminu</p><p>This is a poem inspired by the story of the woman with the issue of blood. This story in the bible is always an encouragement. It reminds me that God knows us, knows what we are going through and always shows up for us. No matter how long we have been going through something, God always makes it well.</p>
