| Oh, there was a woman in the valley
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| She had been sick, sick so very long
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| When she heard that jesus was passing by
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| So she joined the gathering room
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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
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| 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
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
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| I know i’ll be made whole
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| Oh, 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 medecine 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
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| Somebody touched me
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| She said
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| 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 crying
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh lord
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| Said
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| If could just touch the hem of his garment
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| I know I’ll made whole right now |