Not An Issue of Blood
I didn’t have an issue of blood
I suffered from the issues of life
And just like the woman with the issue of blood
I found myself weak and drained
So I gathered up all of my remaining strength and I pushed
I pushed my way through everyday distractions
Distractions that would prevent me from reaching Jesus
Though weary and tired, I pushed through with determination
Just like the woman with the issue of blood,
I'd heard reports of Jesus healing and restoring
So I pushed and pushed and then I saw
I saw the hem of His garment
I saw my healing
I saw my deliverance
I saw my restoration
So I gathered up all of my remaining strength and I pushed one more time
And I reached
And I touched
And now I’m whole
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