Oh, there was a woman in the Bible days,
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she had been sick, sick so very long
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but she heard about Jesus was passing by,
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so she joined the gathering throng
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and while she was pushing her way through,
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someone ask her: 'What are you trying to do?'
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She said:
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'if I could just touch the hem of His garment
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I know I'll be made whole'
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She cried:
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'Oh Lord, Oh Lord and Oh Lord, Oh Lord'
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SaidA?:
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'if I could just touch the hem of His garment
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I know I'll be made whole'
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Oh, She spent her money here and there
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until she had no, had no more to spare,
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the doctors, they'd done all they could
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but their medicine would do no good.
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When she touched Him The Saviour didn't see
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but still He turned around and cried
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'Somebody touched me'
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She said:
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'It was I who just wanna touch the hem of Your garment,
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I know I'll be made whole right now'
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She stood there crying:
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'Oh Lord, Oh Lord and Oh Lord, Oh Lord'
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Said:
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'If I could just touch the hem of His garment,
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I know I'll made whole right now'
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Touch The Hem Of His Garment
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| Sam Cooke |
