They risked it all to come to him:
risked his pride,
keeling to a carpenter,
begging his daughter’s life,
The woman with the blood
risked shame and disgrace
heaped upon her
by the crowd.
O Christ, we are Jairus.
And we bleed like the woman.
We want to touch you;
increase our faith.
Heal us.
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