| Whoa, there was a woman in the Bible days
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| She had been sick, sick so very long
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| But she heard 'bout Jesus was passin' by
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| So she joined the gathering throng…
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| And while she was pushing her way through
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| Someone asked her, «What are you trying to do?»
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| She said, «If I could just touch the hem of His garment
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| I know I’ll be made whole…»
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| She cried «Oh, Lord (Oh, Lord), and whoa, Lord (Oh, Lord)
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| And oh, oh Lord, and whoa, Lord… (Oh, Lord)»
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| Said, «If I could just touch the hem of His garment
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| I know I’ll be made whole…»
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| And whoa, she spent her money here and there
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| Until she had no, had no more to spare…
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| The doctors, they’d done all they could
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| But their medicine would do no good…
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| When she touched Him, the Savior didn’t see
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| But still he turned around and cried, «Somebody touched me…»
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| She said, «It was I who just wanna touch the hem of your garment;
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| I know I’ll be made whole right now…»
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| She stood there cryin', «Oh… (Oh, Lord) Oh… (Oh, Lord)
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| And oh, oh Lord, and whoa, Lord… (Oh, Lord)
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| Said, «If I could just touch the hem of His garment
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| I know I’ll be made whole right now…» |