Who am I that I should try
To chase this rabbi for a cure
He'll know at once I'm not a Jew
Just a cur amongst his flock
I'll only need to touch his robe
He may not even know what I've done
But I can feel the power as he walks by
As he touches those in need
I'll wait here in this empty door
Then step out and fall down to touch
The hem of robe as he walks by
To get the blessings that I need
The moment comes, I step out and fall
My body almost in his path
Now to reach and get my touch
And hopefully much needed cure
Finally the deed is done by me
But as I start to gain my feet
I feel the entourage has stopped
And know that it's because of me
He asked who touched and took from him
His followers ask, how can he tell
With so many others crowded in
Instantly I'm in his view and hear
He said, "Who am I to give to dogs
What was meant for the chosen few to eat?"
I reminded him who at the table gets the crumbs
This brought a smile to his face
He told me that my faith was strong
And would be done as was my need
To get the cure for acts I have
From the blessings I got from touch
I was stunned and didn't even move
Until the others walked away
I can fell my body as it heals
From whatever plagued me all these years
From now on I'll say my prayers
Of thanks for what he's done for me
And hope maybe he'll stay around
So I can go and help his ministry