She almost did not make it
The hair’s breath her messiah
“Just grant me fifty, Lord,” she said
“That I might stay a while with them”
Amen, said He to her prayer
Her healing did not tarry
This woman dear, of Hezekiah’s kin
Would get grace to be merry
Through chance and trial –
A physician’s guess – the most blessed accident
A new lease of life, she chanced on –
Fresh meaning, fresh hope, fresh life.
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