I wonder just how long she waited watching from afar As Jesus healed the sick the blind the lame Tortured in her fear she must have longed to know His touch But her weakness made her hide herself in shame Until the day that only one thing mattered anymore When she pushed aside herself and pride And stepped out through her door And He could've turned at anytime And touched her if He chose He didn't have to wait until She stumbled through to reach His clothes But He let her come to Him Through her weakness and her sin He drew her with His love And healed her soul The crowded street was dusty It was hot and hard to see But none of this could keep her from Him now So she found Him and she touched Him And she trembled as she knew The healing that has swept through her somehow She looked into His face And nothing mattered anymore Except that she had found Him Her Saviour and her Lord And He could've turned at anytime And touched her if He chose He didn't have to wait until She stumbled through to reach His clothes But He let her come to Him Through her weakness and her sin He drew her with His love And healed her soul Oh bring me to the place Where nothing matters anymore But to know Your grace and see Your face My Saviour and my Lord He lets me come to Him Through my weakness and my sin He draws me with His love And heals my soul