One Touch sing and play along

Been ostracized for twelve years;

I'm used to bein' alone.

Spent ev'rything I had, and now it's gone.

I'm used to bein' put down;

my issues tell it all.

My only hope is anchored in this fall.

If I could just touch the hem of His garment,

I know I'd be made whole.

If I could just press my way through this madness,

His love would heal my soul,

if only one touch.

So many people calling;

how could He ever know that just the brush of Him would stop the flow?

If He knew, would He rebuke me or shame me to the ground?

Well, I'm desp'rate, 'cause it's never or it's now.

If I could just touch

And then, suddenly, He turned around.

He said, "Somebody has unleashed

My pow'r."

Well, frightened and embarrassed, I bowed.

You see, I told Him of my troubles,

and how, how

I had to touch the hem of His garment,

and I know I've been made whole,

and how I have pressed my way through this madness,

and His love has healed my soul.

That, with one word, He touched the hem of my garment,

and you know I've been made whole.

And somehow He pressed

His way through my madness,

and His love has healed my soul.

I tell you, He touched me.

He reached way down and touched me,

when no one else would touch me.

Yeah, Jesus sure 'nough touched me,

and I know I've been made whole.