A woman in the crowd quietly hides her defiling blood. Who can tell twelve years of tiredness, longing to be well? Yet trusting her Spirit, refusing to be cowed, she touches a coat-sleeve, and feels God is good. Yes, health is gospel! All is well! Hosanna! Hosanna! God is always good. A beggar always blind washes his face, and is dazzled by light. How can he, punished by blindness, claim that he can see? Yet trusting his Spirit, while many close their mind, he greets God in Jesus, and sharpens his sight. Yes, health is gospel! All is well! Hosanna! Hosanna! God is always good. An immigrant from Tyre argues for crumbs from the table of grace. Should her child get special treatment, foreign and defiled? Yet led by the Spirit, she senses the Messiah, and knows that he comes to the whole human race. Yes, health is gospel! All is well! Hosanna! Hosanna! God is always good.