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