| I was hiding in the crowd
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| Hoping no one saw my face
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| I wanted to be close to him
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| I knew that he alone could save
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| So I went right up behind him
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| Unworthy of his gaze
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| Untouchable me
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| Seeking merciful grace
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| I have spent my whole life desperate, searching for a cure
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| For twelve years I’ve been cast out, ashamed and oh, so poor
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| If I touch him, he will heal my heart that bleeds
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| If I touch him, he will give me all I need
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| If I stretch my hand to touch his garment’s hem
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| I believe that I will be made whole again
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| «Who has touched me?» |
| Jesus said
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| Then he looked around to see
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| «For I know that power has gone to the one who has believed»
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| While everyone denied that they had taken grace from him
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| I knew I must confess
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| That he had changed me from within
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| In the presence of the people
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| I came forward to be known
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| Trembling, I fell on my knees before the living throne
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| When I touched you, Lord, you healed my heart that bled
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| When I touched you, Lord, you gave me peace instead
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| When I stretched my hand to touch your garment’s hem |
| Then your love, oh Lord, it made me whole again
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| Then I told him the whole truth
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| Then he spoke these words to me
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| «Daughter, your faith has saved you
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| Now go and live in peace»
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| Then the child within my soul
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| I had thought died long ago
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| Was raised again to life
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| And I felt joy within my bones
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| Then I ran to tell the blind, the lame
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| The brokenhearted and ashamed
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| The rich, the poor, the young, the old
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| The truth that must be told
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| If you touch him, he will heal your heart that bleeds
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| If you touch him, he will give you all you need
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| If you stretch your hand to touch the bread of heaven
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| Do you believe that he will make you whole again?
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| Do you believe that he will make you whole again? |