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.
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
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