Pressing unnoticed through the jostling crowd,
She came behind the Master, confident
That this, the promised one, was God-endowed
To heal the sick and govern each event.
Could she but touch his clothes! With groping hand
She found his garment's hem; her only guide
Her faith. Through power she did not understand,
She felt herself made whole and purified.
The Master has ascended from our sight,
But as unfettered understanding grows
We find within our widening arc of light
The ever-present healer of all woes.
The living Christ is near—so near today
That we can touch this garment as we pray.
