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I was in the throng, as He passed by that day.
Twelve years in suffering, I had no more to pay.
He was on a mission, a little girl was in need.
Her father had faith and to Jesus he did flee.
My faith was small, I could not ask for me.
If I could just touch Him, then He would make me free.
All at once I knew, when my hand touched His clothes.
I felt in my body I was healed, and made whole.
He asked, "Who touched me?" and my heart in fear did cry.
I fell down before Him confessing, It was I.
A peace flooded my heart. as He said "daughter" to me.
He saw my small faith, and through His mercy I am free.
Twelve years in suffering, I had no more to pay.
He was on a mission, a little girl was in need.
Her father had faith and to Jesus he did flee.
My faith was small, I could not ask for me.
If I could just touch Him, then He would make me free.
All at once I knew, when my hand touched His clothes.
I felt in my body I was healed, and made whole.
He asked, "Who touched me?" and my heart in fear did cry.
I fell down before Him confessing, It was I.
A peace flooded my heart. as He said "daughter" to me.
He saw my small faith, and through His mercy I am free.