I reach out
In the crowd, concealed
To touch the hem of His garment
So that I can be healed
I have held on
To so many things
Tried to keep control
Tried to hide what was within
It is when I let go
And reach for Him
That my mud-stained hands
Are cleansed from their sin
And as I hold on to Him
He holds on to me
Lifts me from the dirt
And puts me on my feet
Reaching Out


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