“Taking her by the hand, he said to her, ‘Talitha, koum,’
which means, ‘Little girl, arise!'”
(Mark 5:41)
Twelve years of bleeding and crying,
hopelessness threatened to overtake her.
But hearing of You sparked new fire.
She drew near in faith, the overpowering
urge to touch You pushing her forward.
The mere touch of Your garments, not
even Your flesh, effected the sure cure.
Your power, Your love, met her need
then and there. Her affliction lifted
as a sensible weight never to return.
She fell at Your feet in gratitude.
Talitha, koum! “Go in peace.”
He pleaded with You for his young dying
daughter. If You just come and touch her,
she would live, his faith knew for sure.
But messengers said she’s already dead —
it’s too late now. Yet You perceived
the mustard seed of faith, counseled:
“Do not be afraid; just have faith.”
Amid weeping and wailing, Your calm voice
said: “The child is not dead but asleep.”
One who sleeps may be easily awakened
by You. Holding her tiny, delicate hand,
You say: Talitha, koum! She rises, she walks.
She lives for the very first time. She goes
in peace. She can even eat.
What are your thoughts?