I was pressed against Him in that sweaty seething crowd
Fighting every step to keep my place
I had only hoped to hear Him speak yet now thanks to

the crowd
this Jesus and myself were face to face
My head was aching from the noise, my skin burned in

the sun
Fatigue was setting in from the long walk
Then suddenly the crowd lurched as the Master turned

and stopped
His eyes quickly scanned all of ours as He began to
talk


"Who touched Me?" he demanded but I could not
ubnderstand

More than six of us against Him on all sides
Then a woman pushed us all aside and claimed that she'd
been healed

She admitted she had touched Him, knelt down at his
feet and cried


But I was close, and I was still the same
I was close, yet I felt nothing strange
With a simple touch, before my eyes, a life was

rearranged
But pressed up against Jesus I was close ...
... but nothing changed


She began to tell her story, the crowd hushed so all
could hear

Jesus smile looked as though He already knew
Slowly dying from a sickness, wracked with shame and
all alone

But the crowd around her last Hope, so thick she could
not get through
She'd heard story after story of this gentle Nazarene

The healing power of God, His to command
More than just a Prophet she believed that he was God
Himself

She waded through the crowd, praying for one touch of
His hand
The largeness of the crowd prevented her from getting

close
but she kept on where most of us would not
Convicted so completely that this Jesus was the key

Stretched through the masses, to touch His cloak, one
hand found what she sought


But I was close, and I was still the same
I was close, yet I felt nothing strange
With a simple touch, before my eyes, a life was

rearranged
But pressed up against Jesus I was close ...
... but nothing changed


Then Jesus turned His towards me as though I'd asked
out loud

the questions in my mind no one else knew
He quickly smiled, turned back to the woman and the
crowd

"Daughter go in peace" He said "Your faith has healed
you"


Then all at once His words rushed through my head and
clicked into place
the difference in touch simply that her's had been made

in faith
Clearly the Healer has the right to choose who will be
healed

but faithless contact I recalled, now in my heart
revealed why ...


I was close, and I was still the same
I was close, yet I felt nothing strange
With a simple touch, before my eyes, a life was

rearranged
But pressed up against Jesus I was close ...
... but nothing changed