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 ma**es, 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