Dear Father, it’s me, your daughter
I come before thee now
Do you know me?
It’s me your daughter
I need your help somehow
For twelve long years I have suffered
And it just seems to get worse
But I have seen a man they call Jesus
I know he can end this curse
I try to stand but I am weary
I try to walk, though I am weak
So I will go, dear Father, to find him
And kneel there at his feet
With a glimpse of His eye, he can change me
Just a word from his lips and I believe
He is Jesus Christ
He will cleanse me
If I could touch him
Or even his sleeve
I can see him beyond all the people
Give me strength, F I beseech
He is far but I can touch his robe
If I reach, if I reach
So I reach
I am clean
With a glimpse of his eye
He changed me
Just a word from his lips and I knew
He is Jesus Christ, the Son of God
And I testify it is true
Thank you, Father, for sending thy son
I am your daughter and I love you too |
