Hundreds come from everywhere
Just to see your face and touch the healer's hem.
Desperate, I push through the crowd,
If I could touch your clothes, I could feel your power.

Come my way, come my way.
Come my way, come my way.

Please look and notice me.
Just to ease my pain, just to know your name.

I'm out of touch, I'm out of reach.
I've got the faith to believe.
Oh, am I out of touch, or out of reach?
What would it take for you to walk towards me?

I'm out of touch, out of reach.
But I'm running towards you, and it's all I believe.

Words and music by John L. Cooper. ©2001 Photon Music (BMI). All Rights Reserved.