| She was desperate
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| Down to her last hope
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| Now she crawls on her hands and her knees
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| Through a crowd on a dusty road
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| If she could touch Him
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| She knew He could make her well
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| Reaching and straining
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| She touched His garment, healing fell
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| And this is the Jesus I want
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| Friend of the broken and weak
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| What He did for her
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| I know He’ll do for me
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| This is the Jesus I want
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| Giver of life and peace
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| Still today He’s reaching out to you and me
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| This is the Jesus I need
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| Tormented
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| He lost his mind
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| There was nothing but evil and anguish
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| There in those cold, dark eyes
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| But the day would come
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| Everyone would know
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| That the words of this Jesus
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| Could set free the captive and make them whole
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| And this is the Jesus I want
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| Friend of the broken and weak
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| What He did for him
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| I know He’ll do for me
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| This is the Jesus I want
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| Giver of life and peace
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| Still today He’s reaching out to you and me
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| This is the Jesus I need
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| More than a story book fable
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| He is alive and He’s able
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| To rescue anyone who believes
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| And this is the Jesus I want
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| Friend of the broken and weak
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| And what He did for them
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| I know He’ll do for you and me
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| This is the Jesus I want
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| Giver of life and peace
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| And still today He’s reaching out to you and me
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| This is the Jesus I need, this is the Jesus I need
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| Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him
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| How I proved Him more and more
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| Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him
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| How I proved Him more and more |