Oh Father, wither shall I go to seek remedy? My purse be empty, my heart without song, my soul depleted, my body yet still broken… Can I sink any lower? Have I any hope? Have I any friend? To whom can I turn for aid? And who would have pity on one now without substance?
Oh Lord, who passeth my way, so far beyond my reach, encompassed about by all who are more worthy than I, might You be willing? Surely You could do it. Surely You would. Are you not the man who restored sight to the blind and wholeness to the leper, an untouchable much like me? If they be made whole, why not me?
Alas.. forbidden am I to be amongst so many, for I am unclean, and not a soul may touch me.. If not for this pressing crowd, I would venture to thee. But Lord, I wish Thee no dishonor in tainting thyself amongst so many a witness by even looking upon me. Yet on the other hand, with so many about, my lowly reach may go unnoticed! If I may but touch thy garment, I shall be whole!
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