Only touching the fringe of his clothes
coming from behind him
out of the throng, the crowd
she was healed by that brief connection
the tattered fringe of his robe alone
immediately healed, the cut sealed
made whole by her belief
Touching the fringe, less than the hem
Healed immediately
September 19, 2008
Luke 8:42-48
Friday, September 19, 2008
The Fringe of His Clothes
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