My friend contacted me to record a poem for her. She was preaching that Sunday and wanted to present something written by a congregation member and dear friend. She asked me to read it dramatically and said the woman who wrote it had watched her 26 year-old son pass away from cancer. She wrote the poem about a passage in the Bible describing a crippled woman crawling on her hands to see Jesus, who desperately hoped his touch would heal the emotional and physical pain she'd felt, bring her peace of heart, and renew her lost faith in God. It's a raw reading, but I tried to honor this mother's experience and her honest expression of it through her beautiful poem...
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