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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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