by Joe Isaacs
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| Like a prodigal s | on, | I drifted in d | arkness. |
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| The clutches of s | in, | they clung to my s | oul. |
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| My burdens were h | eavy, | my sins were so m | any, |
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| But when I touched J | esus, | he made me wh | ole. |
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| I pressed through the cr | owd, | reached out and touched Je | sus |
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| The sweet Holy Sp | iri | t came into my so | ul. |
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| I knew I'd been ch | anged | , my sins all fo | rgiven. |
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| 'Cause when I touched J | esus | , he made me wh | ole. |
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| Like the woman who tr | ied | many phys | icians, |
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| when she touched J | esus, | was healed on that d | ay. |
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| My sickness was d | ifferent | my sins were so m | any, |
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| But when I touched J | esus, | He washed them aw | ay. |
I pressed through the crowd, reached out and touched Jesus
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| 'Cause when I touched J | esus | , he made me wh | ole. |