The Woman Of Canaan - Angie Conjurske

Surrounding my Lord   
The multitudes went;

Surrounding my Lord  
The multitudes went;  
A woman went too, 
For her heart was rent. 

Her daughter was ill
For Satan had hold,
And he held her far
Away from the fold. 

The mother was grieved  
“Have mercy, O Lord! 
My daughter is held 
By such a strong cord.”

But Jesus went on, 
Not heeding her cry;  
She heard he would heal  
But was it a lie? 

“Have mercy,” she cried, 
“The devil has got
My own daughter dear.”
But he heard her not. 

Then people besought 
“Oh send her away, 
She cries after us 
And wants her own way.” 

Then Jesus did say
That he was not sent
But to the lost sheep
Of Israel’s tent.

And then she came up
And worshipped the Lord.
“Have mercy on me,
And break this strong cord.

But he answered her
And said, “It’s not meet
To cast to the dogs
What children should eat.”

Then she said, “Truth Lord
Yet dogs get a crumb
That falls to the floor
If they’ll only come.

“Oh great is thy faith,”
The Saviour did say,
“Now be it to you
E’en as you do pray.”

Her daughter was healed
In that very hour,
For Jesus was there
To break Satan’s pow’r.

How many out there
Are sin-sick and worn,
With sorrows untold
And hearts that are torn?

Oh Jesus will hear
If you’ll only cry;
He loves you so much
For you he did die.

Oh come to him now
With all of your woe.
He will hear your cry
And save you, I know!

Angie Conjurske

Matt. 15:21~28