She had an ailment
For 12 long years
Every night she cried
Countless tears
She spent her money
At doctors doors
But the verdict was
"There is no cure"
There is no cure
The pain and anguish
Pierced her heart
She was a woman scorned
She brought people to wrath
But one day
She heard the news
Jesus was passing by
She said
"If only I could touch him
I may not die
My life is in his hands
There's no reason to cry
I am not ashamed of my inabilities
But I need to touch him
To be free
To be free"
The look of the crowd
Overwhelmed her heart
But she pushed and pushed
No one controlled her arms
She grabbed at his garment
And something changed
She felt his virtue run through her
She was well again
She was well again
But Jesus said
"Who touched me"
She was afraid
To say "Lord it was me"
He asked again
"Who touched my clothes?"
"Woman you are made
You are made whole"
Now there's no reason to cry
My life is in his hands
Now I am free
Thank God he touched me
I am not afraid to face the world
I'm clothed by his blood
I'm sheltered by his love
I'm sheltered by his love
I'm sheltered by his love
Sheltered by his love