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