| Bee ostracized for 12 years
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| I’m used to being alone
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| Spent everything i had
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| And now it’s gone
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| I’m used to being put down
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| My issues tell it all
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| My only hope is anchored
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| In this fall
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| If I could just touch the hem of His garment
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| I know I’d be made whole
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| If I could just press my way through this madness
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| His love would heal my soul
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| If only one touch
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| So many people calling
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| How could He ever know
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| That just a brush of Him
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| Would stop the flow
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| Ife he knew would He rebuke me
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| Or shame me to the crowd
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| Well I’m desperate 'cause it’s never or it’s now
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| If I could just touch the hem of His garment
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| I know I’d be made whole
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| If I could just press my way through this madness
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| His love would heal my soul
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| And then suddenly He turned around
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| He said somebody has unleashed my power
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| Well, frightened and embarrassed i bowed
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| You see I told Him of my troubles
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| And how…
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| I had to touch the Hem of His garment
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| And i know I’ve been made whole
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| And how I had pressed my way through this madness
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| And His love has healed my soul
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| Then with one word He touched the hem of my garment
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| And you know I’ve been made whole
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| And somehow He pressed His way throught my madness
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| And His love has healed my soul
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| I tell you he Touched me
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| He reached way down and touched me
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| When no one else would touch me
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| Your Jesus shol' 'nough sure enough he touched me…
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| And i know i’ve been made whole |