The Hem Of His Robe

I had nothing left to offer. No strength, no pride, no name

Twelve long years of quiet sorrow. And the world just looked away

I heard the sound of mercy walking. I saw his shadow pass me by

A single hope began to whisper. If I could touch him, I'll be alive

Just the hem of his robe. Just a thread of his grace

But the power of heaven met me in that place

He turned and called me daughter. And every fear let go

My heart began to live again. By the hem of his robe

I fell before his gentle gaze. Ashamed yet unafraid

The crowd was still, the world was hushed. And peace flowed through my veins

He said, your faith has made you whole. Go in my light, be free

And in that word, my soul found home. The storm inside was stilled in me

Just the hem of his robe. Just a thread of his grace

But the hand of the Savior reached across the space

He knew the heart that trembled. He heard the silent prayer

And love became my healing in that moment there

Now I tell of his compassion. The years cannot erase

The touch that mended bodies, souls, still moves through time and space

If you are lost and weary, if hope feels far and cold

Reach out in simple faith and find the hem of his robe

Just the hem of his robe still carries heaven's light

For every soul that dares to reach, he'll meet you in your night

He'll call your name as he called mine. His mercy overflows

And we are healed, we are known by the hem of his robe

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