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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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