We are not alone

January 20, 2012

You can watch Jesus’ movements in the recording of His behavior in the fourth and fifth chapters of Mark.  This poem is written from the perspective of Jairus a synagogue ruler. 

We felt all alone

Our daughter was dying

Helpless and despairing

I went looking for Christ

Believing Jesus could heal

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I felt hope when Jesus said

“I will go with you and help.”

The crowds pressed as we traveled

Suddenly he stopped


He looked all around

We were running out of time

He healed a woman

The words came like a dagger

“Your daughter is dead.”


He turned and looked straight at me

“Don’t be afraid, just believe.”

When we reached our home, I saw

Weeping and wailing


Jesus said, “She is sleeping.

She is not dead.”  They all laughed

He made everyone leave

Except us, the parents


Three of his disciples stayed

Peter, James, and John watched him

Jesus touched her and spoke this

“Little girl, get up!”


She opened her eyes

Arose and began to walk

Marvelous astonishment

“Don’t tell anyone.”

He told us to give her food

Because he knew she was hungry


Who is this that calms the storms

Who cast out wicked demons

Who heals all the diseases

And raises the dead

The twelve year old girl was raised from the dead.  You will be raised from death.  I will be raised from death. Jesus spoke to life and death.  Your love ones will be raised.  No one else I know speaks to real life issues like Jesus. 

He rules nature

He rules the demons

He heals all our diseases

He rules over death

You are not alone.  God sees you.  He hears you.  He listens to your cry.  Nothing is greater than God demonstrating his love by giving his only Son to live in you.  You are his joy.  My job is to hear him; receive his love; meditate on His teaching and act on the things he teaches me.  In doing this I have discovered inexpressible joy.

© Terry S. Smith
January 2, 2012
 
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Just as He hears You

January 14, 2012

A woman who had spent all of her money on doctors, after being ill for twelve years, touches Jesus cloak.  A miracle happened as she cried out and reach out to Jesus.  The same happens today.  He hears us and always responds. God hears the human cries.  Click here to read the story.

A large crowd came to see him

He stood there on the sea shore

Jairus fell at his feet

“My daughter is dying”


“Will you come and heal?

She is only twelve years old”

He begged Jesus to come

“If you will put your hands on her

I know she will not die”


He left with the crowd

Traveling toward Jairus’ House

In the crowd was a woman

An outcast by law


Bleeding for twelve years

Unclean by purity laws

She suffered greatly

All of her money was gone

She touched the hem of his cloak


She touched his cloak and was healed

She could feel that she was clean

Whole from touching his garment

He could feel her touch


Jesus felt the power leave

His response was, “Who touched me?”

Everyone was silent

All were touching him


Then the silence was broken

This woman came forth and spoke

His gaze fell on the woman

She dropped to her knees


Shaking, fearful and amazed

“I am the one who touched you”

He listened to her story

He heard why she came


“Because you believe, you’re healed”

Go in peace now and stay well

He heard the cry of her heart

Just as he hears yours 

 
© Terry S. Smith
January 1, 2012
Dedicated to my Sara