Blood was flowing from her crimson stream,
It was a great throng, she was unclean…
She seek his virtue by her faith,
for she had an issue that couldn’t wait.
Though years of torment, she felt the zeal,
She touched the hem of his garment, and now she’s healed.
“Somebody touched me”, my Saviour cried,
The tearful woman said, ” it was I.”
Yes! I am redeemed, the lady screamed,
No doctor couldn’t help me, you made me clean…
Jesus wiped her tears, she couldn’t hold,
And told her to tell the world, how faith has made her whole.
Reach out and touch him through fervent prayers,
Exercise your faith in these times so dire…
Times are winding out, do what’s required,
There’s no repentance, after you’re laid beneath the mire.
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