A whole city came to a door
looking to be made well
any little thing gone
Touched, such a small thing
to reach a hand and claim
those unclean, loved
Open arms, none refused
such a small thing to reach out
reconcile, bring in, redeem
Yet we pull ourselves away
it can't possibly be us
like the disciples who couldn't
Heal a son possessed
don't touch, we can't do this
how long will we believe
The lie we can't, reaching
beyond to the horizon
of possibility, beyond
The hurt or our imagined injury
beyond the labels so easily cast
beyond unclean and we are too
Who cares, who can draw
the hurting to the door
and dare greatly to reach
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