While he was saying these things to them, suddenly a leader of the synagogue* came in and knelt before him, saying, ‘My daughter has just died; but come and lay your hand on her, and she will live.’ And Jesus got up and followed him, with his disciples. Then suddenly a woman who had been suffering from haemorrhages for twelve years came up behind him and touched the fringe of his cloak, for she said to herself, ‘If I only touch his cloak, I will be made well.’ Jesus turned, and seeing her he said, ‘Take heart, daughter; your faith has made you well.’ And instantly the woman was made well. When Jesus came to the leader’s house and saw the flute-players and the crowd making a commotion, he said, ‘Go away; for the girl is not dead but sleeping.’ And they laughed at him. But when the crowd had been put outside, he went in and took her by the hand, and the girl got up. And the report of this spread throughout that district. Matthew 9:18-26
Take Heart, Daughter
O my heart breaks when you suffer
when the abuse and loss overwhelm
when your spirit is on the ground
and it seems as if the light can't reach you.
A parent is never with caring
as the sun and moon rise and set daily
so we live to watch our children thrive
we rejoice ans weep with them.
The broken toys are not important
the mess left behind is so trivial
your smile chases away the darkness
your tears drop the sun from the sky.
O, daughter there is no end to love
even in the pains that will come
life is being brought forth again
and you will never be alone.
So daughter your faith is wrapped
like a hand in my hand together
we pray and sing our songs to God
and we are certain beloved to be found.