Out from the crowd,
One woman dashed,
Forgetting fear,
With sorrowing heart.
With veil in hand,
She wiped Christ's face,
bruised and bleeding,
bathed in blood-sweat!
Her gesture gained
Christ's face imprint
Upon her veil
As her reward.
A Testimony
That stood for years,
As Turin's shroud
That spoke aloud,
A brave-heart's will
And love for Christ;
A small gesture
That Jesus loved
A little act
Of kindness made
Exemplary
Turned for all time!
How many would
Gain the courage
To dare to help
One, desolate?
Though many got
Healed, and received
Christ's miracles,
Just one woman
Came daringly,
To show her love
For Jesus Christ,
The Son of God,
Who took the cross
For mankind's sins,
And suffered, died
To save sinners!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 27-03-2013
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