Tag: Talitha Koum

Arise

She had heard about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd
and touched his cloak.
She said, “If I but touch his clothes, I shall be cured.”
Immediately her flow of blood dried up….
So he went in and said to them,
“Why this commotion and weeping?
The child is not dead but asleep.”
And they ridiculed him.
Then he put them all out.
He took along the child’s father and mother
and those who were with him
and entered the room where the child was.
He took the child by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum,”
which means, “Little girl, I say to you, arise!”
—Mark 5:21-43

O Savior, see us children
beseech you on our knees
for all our kith and kindred,
for all who mourn and weep.
You made us to be with you,
provided for our needs,
and shaped us in your image—
Lord, how your image bleeds!

Our hands are lifted toward you,
our souls cast down to death.
Let our prayers come before you
with each heart-wrung “Amen”—
not far, for you come toward us,
God-with-us without end.
Oh, may we reach out for you
and touch your muddy hem!

For you have seen our sorrow—
our tears have filled your eyes—
and we have felt your power
that fills our wounded lives.
We still will fall tomorrow:
Do not leave us to lie,
but say once more and always,
“O little one, arise!”

Ottheinrich Folio052r Mc5B By Unknown (Markusmaler or Martinus Opifex) – Ottheinrich-Bibel, Bayerische Staatsbibliothek, Cgm 8010, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14729867

Talitha, Koum

Another one from yesterday’s readings, to the tune NETTLETON (“Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing”):

I will praise you, faithful savior,
for you drew me from the grave.
When my courage cracked and wavered,
you stretched out your hand to save.
For the fallen cannot praise you,
nor the damned your love proclaim,
but as God the Father raised you,
you have raised me just the same.

You had blessed me with your goodness,
but I fell in dark and gloom.
Though I called you in my sickness,
still I sank into my tomb.
When you came, I lay in silence,
shrouded in my aching wounds,
yet I rose again to brightness
when you said, “Talitha, koum.”

Now your joy is dawning on me,
and your voice I start to hear:
all the answers to my longing,
and the end of all my fear.
Take this sackcloth and ashes;
take this night awash with tears;
change my mourning into dancing:
Take my hand and draw me near!
Hubert Landa – Auferweckung der Tochter des Jaïrus – 6256 – Österreichische Galerie Belvedere By Hubert Landa – https://digital.belvedere.at/objects/5006/auferweckung-der-tochter-des-jairus, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=80489369