Ladies Problems

I'd got this awful problem,
One you never can,
Talk about in public,
Only whisper around a man.

Twelve years I sort for healing,
Of doctors I saw many
With no success, still in a mess,
I'd used up every penny

The priests they were unhelpful.
To the temple I had been,
But when I try to enter,
They said, 'You are unclean.'

Ahh, then I looked to Jesus,
And you know to my surprise,
He healed the sick and raised the dead,
My faith began to rise.

But how then could I reach him,
In that enormous crowd,
I grabbed hold of his garment,
He turned and said quite loud,

'Who touched me; I felt the power go.'
Then trembling I did tell,
His reply as I confessed,
'Your faith has made you well.'