Her ruler fell down in the road Dignity gone before his

fear His little daughter lay near

death Only one request mattered there Come, lay hands on

her Let her live, Jesus went

Inside the crowd, another

life had been draining for twelve long years Many physicians, all

she had Nothing better, only worse

She reached from behind with one thought If I touch his

clothes Her hand found the garment, the

bleeding stopped One father waiting, one woman

trembling One road carrying two kinds of fear Daughter, thy

faith hath made thee whole Then from Jairus' house, thy daughter

is dead

Be

not afraid, only believe

Wailing at the door Laughter when Jesus spoke Mourners pushed outside

Father, Mother, Peter, James, John Six people standing around the

bed Jesus took the little hand

Talitha Kumi

She rose, she walked, the room that had been full of

mourning Could not understand what it saw One woman left in

peace, one daughter stood alive One had reached through the crowd,

one had been taken by the hand Twelve years of suffering

ended Twelve years of life stood up

Give her something to eat

And let the astonishment remain

you

Thank